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I closed my eyes for a second. One second. Of relief, rumination, consideration. Only one, yet here were my advisors already running at me with huffy breaths and concerned voices.
“Is everything okay?”, “Is there a problem with our plan of action?”, “Is this too quick for our army?”
The flurry of questions… I could endure it if I were given time. But not now, not at that moment, not when my thoughts escaped me, and I tried to collect myself.
“Give him some air. You’re all rushing our Liege. Let him be,” finally spoke a voice, higher and louder than the others. One I recognized as I sighed. Around me, the advisors ceased, and I heard their careful steps, the dance of chairs, and the posteriors put down. Then, I opened my eyes to face my council.
Amidst us was the map of the Kingdom, my Kingdom. It spanned from the far east, bordering the land’s Heaven Stairs, to the west, to the Anean Sea. Its width, far-reaching, and its power was my doing. I had conquered, destroyed, and ordered soldiers to kill in my name. But something had changed.
“So? What will it be?” prodded lord Nohlon, a big aristocrat whose scales had the hue of copper, the horns of oiled ivory. Even during the council, he kept stuffing his muzzle as if his vestigial wings, crushed by his fat, weren’t a thorough caution.
“Barbarians are pushing the northern frontier! We cannot let Snowstone fall! We must send a battalion there.” shouted lord Suino, a long and lanky Dragon whose white scales indicated his origin, the north. Still a belligerent man eager to put his fist on the table.
“Which battalion? We’re at war. Snowstone is a little town; we can afford to lose it. We cannot afford to lose our Iron mines near Julra or our southern ports. You know it, Suino! We’re spread too thin to protect your town. But it’s a loss we should accept.”
Again, the shouting match started as each Lord had their opinions. Suino had an interest in the town he developed in the last few years, angling on the marble within the quarries nearby. However, marble didn’t win the war. And that, Suino wasn’t eager to accept. Neither were any other Lord willing to step back when it came to protect their gains.
As for me? Again, I massaged my temple as I saw the meals bounce across the table, the pointed fingers, and the spit flying. Alas, I watched it all… And as I looked across, I saw the same expression I sported: boredom and frustration.
“ENOUGH!”
My voice was loud and carried my frustration, stopping the cries my fellow Dragons had been so willful to exchange. They halted, froze, and stopped. They all looked at me with wide eyes.
“ENOUGH!” I repeated, my voice sounding hoarse until I reached for my throat and massaged it for a second. “Enough of those petty fights. Get out! Everyone. Return to your villas. I don’t want to see you until tomorrow—not here, not in my palace, nowhere.”
They looked at me as if I were going crazy. Maybe I was, but at the same time, they were driving crazy from their petty squabbles.
I saw Suino, about to open his mouth, and I instantly glared at him until his mouth shut. Then… They bowed. They bowed and exited the room one by one, though I could discern the distinct whispers they exchanged. Whether it was a critique of my attitude, worries, or merely political exchanges, I gave those no heed, instead waiting until all had gotten out—but one.
Finally, steps. I closed my eyes again, resting against the chair while I tried to think or… Concentrate. My thoughts were escaping me at that time; many were afraid I would become like my father and grandfather, plagued with folly that ran in our blood.
Then, firm, scaled hands pressed on my shoulders, both at the same time. Potent, black-scaled, but weary hands pressed on my shoulders. Those digits reached for the knots within the muscles, the thumb circling the throbbing pain amidst them. I sighed and relaxed, feeling the warmth pouring from those palms while I tried not to look and instead enjoy the massage.
Expert hands, talented hands, Alereon possessed. He was a brute by any means, even in politics, where he presented himself as mainly silent but prone to brutal actions within our council, especially during times of war.
A man of few words, that was how he presented himself. But not to me.
“How does my King feel? Tired?” he asked, his voice soft while I enjoyed his fingers digging into my red scales, soothing them.
“Tired of their squabbles. They’re unable to adhere to one idea. They’re fighting… But when I’m showing signs of weakness, they… Flock me. Like pets. They are.. Scavengers!” I growled, my voice peppered by halt whenever I had to find and articulate my thoughts.
“An astute observation. They are here for their personal gains. As long as their gains coincide with your interests, they accept everything. But should they oppose yours, the council-“
“Breaks apart… Hmm, hmm,” I nodded, passing an index over my eyelids. So foggy were my thoughts, plagued by restless nights, worrisome thoughts, and the consideration I could go… Wrong.
“Again, you are the expert in that domain. But I know something that will improve your mood,” Alereon said with a soft voice, his warm breath by my sprouting ears and my brown hair, cut short.
“Is this true? You have them ready?” I asked, perking up at the thought. My ears flopped while I straightened my back, extirpating from Alereon’s grasp.
“Of course, my King. They’ve been prepared in my domain and sent for you. Anything to ease your thoughts and worries. Anything for your pleasure.”
Alereon’s words were honeyed. But sweeter was the promise he made as I jumped off my seat, nonchalantly arranging the bulge I sported in my pants.
“Let’s inspect them!” I chirped, my tail wagging behind me from an irrepressible excitation. One met with a gentle smile from Alereon, his red eyes half-closing with that genuine expression: “As you wish. Follow me. I prepared them near the East Wing, nobody will notice.”
Almost giddy, almost refreshed, I stretched my back and wings, flapping the latter, while I followed my advisors as we walked the palace’s corridors. The East Wing was a remnant from my grandfather’s time. It should have been renovated and remade, but wars and conflicts had delayed it until it was a mere husk, unused.
Servants were never allowed in it unless deemed necessary, which made it perfect as I followed Alereon through a hidden passage. With our vision, even the darkness of such a corridor was no issue… As I advanced, my eyes wandered… My snout caught a waft of warm air, followed by… yes, that strong musky scent, reminiscing of sweat, straw, and wet fur.
I moaned, my eyes half-closed while we descended a flight of stairs, towards the Wing’s stables, integrated within the building itself: “How many are they? Three?”
Alereon didn’t turn, but I heard his smirk and saw him shake his head.
“My king, you’ve become quite the connoisseur for distinguishing the smells. But there are four. The finest studs from my domain. You shall find them quite delectable,” he added.
A promise that wasn’t wrong when we landed in the stable, and the scent was the strongest. My muzzle up, my nostrils filled with air while my advisor went away and opened a few windows so air and light could enter the former Royal stable. Massive and enchanted, the place was made to house the regal steeds with little to no effort, thanks to the self-cleaning stables and floor. A pristine place with marble floor, ceiling, and pillars. There were even busts sculpted in the stone as I advanced towards one stable… And was instantly welcomed by a curious face.
Black eyes, gray fur, a white spot around the mouth, slightly protruding brows, and long ears pointing up and forward—the donkey looked at me with a certain curiosity, while I had nothing but desires. I stroked that beast’s muzzle and allowed it to smell my scent until it brayed. It seemed that one was tempted as much as I was.
“Already making friends with your new guests?”
Alereon’s voice appeared before me… As much as his hands were over his shoulders, he went back to massaging me, warming me, and easing me.
“Yes. That one seems eager.”
“Oh yes, Lestro. He has sired many. He is good-natured around females and geldings, as well as inferior males. He is a good fit for you, my King,” he said as his fingers were from my shoulders to my cape, which he undid with a flick… To my shirt, he unbuttoned with admirable dexterity.
“Do you think? What about the others?”
“Do not worry, my King. I can let you enjoy their presence for the whole week if you desire it. I’ll have to step up and govern in your stead, but I’m sure you can entrust your favorite advisor with the power to administer the council,” said Alereon with a smile. He leaned, breathing right by my ear while his fingers danced over my chest.
“I… You know it’s bad for politics if I’m absent. I must present myself to the council on every occasion, even sick.”
“And miss out on those studs? Do you remember the wonderful taste you’ve been craving in the last few days? Plus… You could miss out on the surprise if you’re away.”
“What surprise?”
My eyes looked up at him, my horns almost hitting Alereon, while his hands were on my belt.
“Well. You do remember our talk about how it is only natural for Red Dragons to turn their appetite towards untold pleasures,” commented Alereon, his nimble fingers undoing the buckle before he threw it away. He was calm, so calm. Whereas I… I was a mess, stripped by that soldier’s strong fingers and hands I couldn’t resist. He toyed with me, his fingers brushing over my abdominal muscles, my torso… And yes, my groin. Before he deliberately grabbed it and squeezed my covered erection.
I moaned but nodded, feeling the damp underwear press against my cockhead, stealing whimpers from me. Weak… Weak whimpers.
“Yes-. Yes Alereon. I remember it. Wh-why?”
“And you remember about the rumors I’ve heard of your husband's dissatisfaction since you cannot… please him,” he continued, his thumb pressing against my cock… And overshadowing it. Black dragons were much bigger than red Dragons. He was bigger than me in everything, but he didn’t have to say it. I knew it; I felt it. I sensed it when his hand was too much for my cock.
“Yes. And… You should warn me if he cheats on me… With another lord,” I moaned, both afraid and excited at the thought. If… Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it happened.
“Oh, your husband won’t cheat with another Dragon. Like you, his eyes are set on the true studs within that room. With… Won’t you… Give it a taste?”
I moaned as he gave my cock another squeeze before his claws dug into the fabric and ripped it away. I heard the shred and nearly jumped when I felt the cold winter breeze against my red and hard cock. I trembled, precum dripping over my length, barely reaching the five inches.
But I shivered some more when my advisor reached out and invited me to approach. Guiding me, he helped my trembling fingers in holding the Donkey’s head. He pushed my weak muzzle against the Donkey’s snout. He even reached for my jaw to open it before… Yes, the beast’s tongue plunged into my mouth.
I gargled, I sighed, and I mumbled in silence. It was… Wondrous. I missed those wide and powerful tongues forcing themselves in my throat, nearly choking it. But as the Donkey’s saliva dripped in my mouth, forcing me to gulp it down like a properly mounted slut… I sensed something different. An aroma of elderberries, something I knew my husband was fond of to the point he always wore their scent around him and in his breath.
I wasn’t the only one who had given in to this depravity.
I moaned internally, silencing a loud gargle while the Donkey’s tongue pushed within and bulged. But it wasn’t the only thing that had pressed there. No… I also had Alereon’s fingers slipping beneath my tail, between my cheeks, and right against my asshole. It wasn’t a difficult probing when his index slipped within the crack, against the hole, and forced within. I… Had trained. Through Alereon’s insistence, my evenings had been spent stretching and keeping my hole well-used while out of my Husband’s eyes. For days, my sole comfort was my strokes against my tenderly abused prostate until the thought of having something up there stole whimpers and moans from me.
Like at that instant. Like when Alereon’s index and big fingers danced around my sensitive prostate. So sensitive, even a mere exhalation on it could have sent me through the stars.
My eyes rolled in their sockets, the outside light blinding me; so bright. Even the… Even watching the ceiling seemed to be an impossible task for my mind. Everything was so much, so good…. Only a mere touch, a mere poke, and I was already seeing stars, already feeling my balls churn, my prostate clench, my cock burn with an intense and fiery desire. I… Was lost in my friend’s hands, but I couldn’t escape them. He held on to me and kept me from stumbling and falling. Moreover, letting go of that Donkey whose mouth remained relentless.
“You could remain here all day, my King. I would do everything to ensure your pleasure. Your appetite for true men shall be satisfied,” said Alereon with such honeyed words. His attitude was so kind and generous. He even reached for my soft and overly-sensitive cock. Already had blood started to flush from my tiny cock. Yet, with two fingers, he pinched the cockhead. Like a pinch, he held on to it while he squeezed it, marring the dripping cum all over my five inches. And… Finally, he released his grip on my jaw head and allowed me to breathe. But I was still choking, or felt like it. Something was amiss; something I yearned for was absent. I looked around, afraid and relentless. I gasped, feeling air rush to my lungs, but no relief.
My bloodshot eyes wandered left and right while my advisor kept me close to him and made me feel his powerful body against my back—so powerful, so potent, so soothing.
“Shhh,” he started, stroking my chin to ease off my fear. “I know what you need, my King. Ease… ease. That donkey will provide just like you need it. He has the tools you lack.”
His words, I remember them. They were so kind, so genial, so… Perfect. They washed away the fear and horror that had suddenly plagued my mind. I felt better. So much better and pliable while Alereon opened the door for me and ushered me inside. His hands had left my softening cocklet as well as my ass.
But his caresses were all over my scales as he guided me on my knees, leading one leg after the other without a hint of frustration. My mind…
“Shhh. Nobody will see it. And you need it, my King. It's your favorite treat in the Kingdom, the best thing all red Dragons should taste. The reward you deserve. Your future and for all your kind. See. It’s here for you. Your love.”
He said that while I had his fingers over my nape. They forced on my neck and had me look left and right, then focus on what was ahead. Flared but flat. Drippy with fluids covering it all. Clean but bearing a pungent bestial scent. Massive but perfect for a worthless whore like me.
My cocklet sprung to life anew, after the pathetic and premature ejaculation. But I ignored it as I was led, guided… And I willingly latched on that cocktip. I didn’t open my jaw entirely. Instead, I maintained my lips half-open as I sucked around the urethra. I formed an air-tight suction around the orifice while swallowing the heap of salty and chunky precum the Donkey offered me. I drank, suckled, and nursed on it while feeling Alereon’s hands stroke my neck… And my back. He traced circles with his palm. He soothed and helped me while I gargled and swallowed the liquid given to me.
“Here. Here. It’s all for you. Don’t you feel better? Here. Open up, my King. There’s nothing worth in your kingdom but Donkey cocks.” he muttered with a gentle compassion. Yes. I deserved nothing but Donkey cocks. My tiny genitals couldn’t compare.
I sensed tears streaming down my cheeks while I opened my mouth. My face and jaw started to hurt as my muscles had to stretch further than before. But it was better; it felt better. I heard a snap, and my eyes opened wider until I had Alereon tell me it was all right. It happened.
My worries snuffed… I forced the first inch within. Its taste was indeed salty and pungent, but I appreciated it for what it was. It was chunky, but each gulp stopped the hunger that had plagued my stomach even after hours of gorging myself on a banquet.
It was warm, but so was the sensation in my groin and ass.
It was… Salty, but its flavor was beyond anything I had sampled during my life as a royalty.
It was simple. Good, better than anything.
“Have your fill, my King. I must attend another meeting,” whispered Alereon to my ears, making them perk up before he pinched one. “But I’ll watch over you. Ensure no one else will stop you from enjoying this moment. I’m your best advisor, right?”
I nodded. Or attempted to without leaving a dent through the Donkey’s massive penis. But I wagged my tail, making him understand my feelings. He helped me embrace the moment and would even sacrifice his time to please a degenerate like me. And he did so willfully.
“Good. But if you overeat, you’ll be sick. And you won’t be able to attend the council.”
Those parting words remained even after I heard his boots stomp off and the stable doors close behind him. They were, along with the world outside, a footnote. Against the sonority and the intensity of the Donkey’s heartbeat against my throat. I sensed it as much as mine… Shared it in the moment.
I shared it as each throb followed the precum and cum pouring into my stomach, causing me to ease my thin breath. Somehow, I felt pride as I wasn’t choking as much as in my first days when Alereon had to help me and use his magic to control my gag reflex. Those days, I could take a few inches inside without any pain. In fact, that day, I was bold. Four inches… I guessed I had taken more or less that length, which had been my limit so far.
But an urge, a follow, a desire pushed me to… Advance my throat.
I closed my eyes while I outstretched my neck and… Advanced it. Another inch slipped within, throbbed by my excited and swirling tongue, before said inch propelled the tip further down… Further into my bulging throat. Breathing got arduous but bearable. And even if the Donkey brayed above, I kept forcing more. More precum, more flesh, more of that wondrous cock until my nostrils brushed the Donkey’s underbelly and my chin nearly hit those low-hanging balls.
I forced myself until the scales and fur touched until nothing but a trickle of air kept me awake and cognizant. A little more, and I would have been choking, yet I was willing to give it up for that stud.
Yet… I pulled back. My lips closed and suckled, keeping that air-tight suction around the length as it was pulled out… And inside remained the precum, the sweat, the grime covering that cock. I quenched my thirst and hunger with those fluids while my eyes rolled in their orbits and my sigh blurred. Then, on the instant the cocktip was to depart, the moment I had managed to gulp everything down… I plunged my head against the Donkey’s private. A low gargle escaped me, but I endured… And played.
Like a pervert, my hands moved with their own volition. My posture was steady, hence I could use them both. On one side, I held onto my small cock. A mere figment I held between two fingers and stroked, using my former ejaculation as a lubricant.
The other side? I had my digits plunge deep within my stretched and ruined asshole, my index vainly wagging to reach for the prostate that eluded me in that posture.
“Here they are. I told you, more hung than your pathetic husband.”
My eyes flickered at the voice, mockery, and familiarity. It was Alereon’s voice, clearly. Yet, too focused I was, I had my throat impaled on that cock to care… Whoever it was, they were too far, and even if the Donkey above me brayed, I would remain hidden. Alereon had promised it to me.
“Perfect. I have always… Wanted to do more. But my guards are always so…”
“Dull and eager to tell on you? Yes. That’s what you get when recruiting commoners. They’ll attempt to betray you. But those? Well. They won’t tell a soul, I promise.”
The other voice… I recognized it, and my ears stood up from fear and a sudden rush of adrenaline. It was Ari, my husband. I could recognize him among thousands. I… I trembled, and my movements slowed, albeit not the flow that stretched my guts and filled them. I pulled away, my mouth already ajar.
“And they’re enduring? More than him?”
Silence. I stopped my move, daring not to reveal my presence with a gargle. Then… There was a laugh; both laughed their asses off.
“Hah! Good joke! You’re always so witty, consort Ari. Let’s get you ready. They’re perfect for your size. And they will last more than thirty seconds!”
As they exchanged and laughed, I kept pulling until the flared tip tugged my jaw, and then… Popped free with a flow of cum and saliva mixed. My jaw was sore and hurting, and the articulation had popped out of their sockets… So far I had to hold my jaw up. There was no way I could speak, and so remained silent as I crawled from the Donkey’s underbelly, my own belly swollen to a fault, and approached the gate. I dared not stand up. Instead, I slowly raised to my feet and… Tried to watch, half-way squatting.
“Hrmph. He’s so girthy. I’m sure he’ll ruin my hole. My husband won’t be able to feel anything after that stud.”
“Could he feel anything with… That?”
Again, I heard them laugh at my expense and watched my Husband kneeling by a beast, by a Donkey. With his hand on the beast’s dick, he happily stroked it while biting at his red finger, curious and excited, his tail wagging.
“I… I’ll take it. When can I-“
“Why not now?” offered Alereon, much like the hand he used to help Ari stand up… Before he held onto that plushy ass pants could barely contain. But as he did so and forced Ari to turn away from me, I saw his smile and wink addressed at me. And me… I was so red-faced and ashamed I didn’t move.
Not even when his hands forced the pants down. When those same hands spread those asscheeks. Not when those fingers were hungrily planting themselves within Ari’s rosy asshole and stretching it. Wide… Wider. So wide he could take a fist up inside. Never had he been so stretched before, not by me.
“Huhu. You’re a pervert, advisor Alereon,” chuckled my Husband, without any resistance from the four fingers rummaging in his ass.
“I’m a man of culture. And you’ll be one, too, once you’ll taste a Donkey’s cock.”
Stunned as I was, I didn’t bother to move or utter a thing while Alereon guided my husband while fingering him. But from afar, even through the braying, I heard the squelching from Ari’s hole being stretched. I gasped. For air, in surprise, but none seemed to have heard me as they were whispering to themselves.
Then… With a firm hand, Alereon grabbed the donkey’s reins and brought the beast out. A prime stud, as he said, one whose erection already weighed heavily between its legs; following a downward drop until the cocktip nearly reached the ground. One tip my Husband touched and stroked.
“So… Much bigger than my pathetic husband. He keeps adjusting his pants but we never see what’s inside.”
“I know. He’s a failed male wanting to look better. But here. That’s a real King-sized cock for you. I mean, you won’t find that everywhere among the red dragons,” scoffed Alereon while he turned at me, gratifying me with another smile while he stroked my Husband’s back, guiding him to lean, bend… And then go on all fours.
“Hrmph… And that scent?”
“Yes. Veritable Donkey musk. It’s something else. Every red dragon loves it and… Oh well, you should try it out.”
“I should?”
“I know you’ve been itching for it. That’s how you all are,” started Alereon before he whispered to my Husband’s ears. I didn’t hear the rest, but I surely noted the wagging tail and the tension within my love’s muscles. As well as his excitation as he was carefully guided under the Donkey’s belly.
“I can?” asked Ari, almost surprised.
“Why not? It’s not like you could try it with our King. He’s probably sterile, too. How long have you tried it out?”
“Not long. He’s always spent once I finish him with my hands.”
I… Didn’t utter a thing. I was listening to Alereon’s mocking and perverse remarks, addressed to me and my Husband, to the Red Dragonkind. But I didn’t have it in me to fight those allegations. Worse, I… Felt excited at the mention. I sensed the burn renewing and blazing through my groin. I dropped a hand and had my cock firmly held and hard, dripping with fluids with such an intensity I couldn’t ignore it.
I didn’t. My hand moved, my thumb pressing and hooking the foreskin as I pulled everything down. I pulled on the foreskin, uncovering the glimmering and drippy cockhead, its wide urethra, then… Up.
There went my slow and steady masturbation, keeping it quiet so my Husband wouldn’t notice me as I heard him pant and watch with anticipation while Alereon stepped away for a minute, only to come back with a bottle of liquid he smeared all over his hands.
“Even if you’re all eager sluts, you must be prepared. We don’t want you to die on us. There are already so few worthy Red dragons,” stated Alereon with a spit and scorn I didn’t recognize in him as his hands danced over my Husband’s ass. I sensed a pang of guilt then, at the sight. Something when I recognized it: I had no sway over Ari. He didn’t belong to me. And I felt nothing when another man groped him, fingered him, nighly fisted him. Or… If something were to stir, it was excitation. A pulsion of lust I couldn’t crush down as I bit my fingers to silence my moans and attempt not to give away my presence.
But it was so hard. I was so hard; precum kept dropping.
“Wor-thy Red Dragons?” asked Ari for me, though his panting voice gave away his desire when the Donkey’s cock was aligned with his ass by Alereon. An Alereon who even got into him to walk around gave me the full view of my Husband’s body, on all fours under the Donkey.
“Oh yes. A Red Dragon whose genes are worth sowing. Typically someone whose genitals are… Bigger than my little finger.” said Alereon with an almost surgical tone. Cutting through my sympathy and the friendship I had with him. He thought so poorly of us and wasn’t afraid to tell it. Even as my husband’s ass was aligned and… Here brayed the Donkey.
Here cried the Dragon when that fat cocktip seemed to disappear, eliciting a deep cry from Ari. I should have moved, maybe jumped from my hiding spot. But no, my hands were all dedicated to my genitals.
I had one firmly holding onto my testicles, giving them a firm squeeze and testing them. They were heavy, full of fluids, always so full. They were hot… They were worthy. Weren’t they?
I thought of this while I kept stroking my tiny cock, huffing the air charged with Ari’s elderberries perfume and the beast. The latter slowly overpowered the latter.
And impotent I was, I inhaled some more. I closed my eyes to the sight as I instead imagined it as if I was that Red Dragon slut.
I felt. I saw. I imagined Ari’s rim being outstretched thin by the wide cockhead. I sensed the pulse going through the quivering asshole as it couldn’t resist. I trembled, like sick, when that cockhead hit the tender prostate. I drooled when I had that weight pressed against my back.
I… continued to stroke myself, though the precum poured more and more… And my groin burned like a fiery inferno.
“AH! SLOWER!” cried Ari, his voice so high I was almost surprised. He wasn’t experienced with such penetration?
“No. That’s how a true stud fucks, Ari’. Do you feel them? Those testicles hitting your ass? Spanking it? That mighty cock ruining your ass?”
“YES! That’s! That’s! So! Much!”
I imagined them too well, feeling their burn against the cheeks until sitting was an absurdly difficult task.
“Do you feel them churn with cum? With a stud’s semen? Better than your King?”
“YES! He’s! So much bigger! HIS COCK! AH! That’s a stud! Not like him!”
I bit my lips at the affirmation. My testicles were…
But I didn’t say anything as Alereon’s remarks kept hitting me, and my groin answered with excitation and lust. What King would be so willing to let himself be degraded and yet masturbated to it?
My eyes slightly watered to the remark but I kept on… I kept on.
“THAT’S IT! Bear those foals, Ari’! That’s the only thing your king is good at! Red Dragons are only good to be fucked, bred, and cucked!”
“YES! YES! YES! BREED ME!”
He wasn’t wrong. He wasn’t wrong but what could I say?
When my hands burned? When my cock burned? When my cheeks burned and…. I gasped. I had forgotten about my growing desperation and lust, but for a second. And a gasp escaped me as much as the white spurt hitting the door behind which I hid. Three jets, nothing more. Three jets hit the wooden surface, and my eyes were veiled.
But in a desperate attempt, I looked up. I had my head poking through and…. I saw Ari still on all fours, his expression hidden. But I saw the cum puddle beneath him as much as that fat belly. Yet, the Donkey kept riding him while I saw Alereon behind, smiling at me and urging me to stay silent with a single gesture.
“Ye-Yes! We must be bred! We must… AH! HE’S GOOD!”
“What about your husband? How does he compare? He is a worthless king, right? A pitiful lover? Don’t you believe so, Ari’?”
“I DON’T WANT HIS TINY DICK ANYMORE!” shrilled Ari, my erection hardening again despite the recent ejaculation. “I DON’T WANT EGGS! I ONLY NEED DONKEYS! I WANT THOSE FOALS!”
“Wouldn’t it be better if they outbred you? Right?”
“YES! ANY! ANYTHING FOR THEM! I’LL BE THEIRS!”
“You could be theirs. If you help me become King. Let’s replace your husband… He’s the last of his family… Our Kingdom needs fresh blood. Like me.”
I dropped, my face red. Here I was, cucked by a beast who seemed to have given my husband such a pleasure I couldn’t. But I… Couldn’t say a thing, couldn’t fight back. And… As I felt the Donkey’s warm breath upon my back… There returned my hands over my cocklet. To milk it dry… And spill that seed on the ground. Again. And again, as I heard my Husband’s pleas for more. I listened to my advisor mocking me. And my pride crushed by Ari’s words.
“YES! ANY-THING! BUT HIM!”
Chapter 2: An Ass of a King
Summary:
Lust and desires have plagued the King’s reign for too long. But Alereon will save everything
Chapter Text
“Advisor Alereon? Where is the King? We must see him right now!”
“The King? He is pretty busy, but you can leave me a message for when I see him.”
“This is urgent! The Court is in chaos! We need him!”
“Well, as you can see, he is not there. Now, now. Unless you are willing to let me handle the subject, you can leave and search for your King.”
There was a huff, a groan. And then. Gone.
In the distance, I heard the guards rushing and opening doors, shouting and searching for the King. Searching for me. But they did not see me, nor could I see them. Only my ears were free as I felt Alereon’s right foot tap and bounce, poking my testicles. Each time, each time that powerful foot landed on my swollen and orange-sized nuts, I felt a sting of pleasure hit my entire body. Shudders came higher, dancing and intertwining with my spine, before it reached my head and exploded with bliss.
My little cocklet, my little four-incher, dripped and drooled on the ground as the only thing that escaped me while I kept sucking and being fed.
“They’re already looking for you, my cuck Liege,” said Alereon, his voice as suave as the first days since we met. Only for him to mock, snarl, and use his toes to tap against my swollen testicles, using his big toes to trace circles on the overfilled and churning cum. Red Dragon Cum. Worthless Red Dragon cum.
“But it’s fine. They must search you for a noble’s affair or for your husband. Which one do you prefer it to be?” chuckled the Black-scaled Dragon, his fingers extending between his desk as he reached for what filled my throat, what blocked it, what stopped me from saying words. His fingers landed on the cold metal and pulled on it as the straps were slipping from my muzzle. And as it did, there was that taste of flesh, of sweat, of throat-slime, of cum that rubbed against my tongue. A taste I swallowed and savored while, before my eyes, Alereon pulled the equine cock that had been wedged in my throat for the last minutes… or hours.
I gasped, gargled, even though I had grown so accustomed to that cock’s presence, it felt… Like I was missing something. Like a sheath missing its sword, or anything phallic.
But smart as he was, the Dragon slowly pushed against the flared shaft while he held the metallic base, pushing back the Donkey’s half-erect organ through the portal until there was nothing but a flowing purple liquid delineating the horizon… Before Alereon cut the enchant with a smile, looking down at me.
“Good job, my Cuckking,” laughed the Black Dragon, pushing back as he threw the trinket aside in a trashcan, overfilling with its brothers and sisters.
“How… How long?” My voice croaked, my hand reaching for my abused and sore throat. Still, despite the pain in my sore limbs, stuck in the same position, I slipped out from behind his desk and was welcomed by Alereon holding out my Royal attire, a long regal vest dropping down to my knees.
“Two hours. You did good… Though the treasurer would wonder why ten thousand gold pieces have again disappeared from the royal hoard,” he said with gusto, mocking and teasing me.
“Tell… Him it was research experiments, if he asks,” I mumbled back, unable to find another smart answer.
What else could it be when I was wasting so much resources on portal magic? Would I have to reveal I was happily sucking donkey cocks, hidden beneath my advisor’s desk? Advisor who happily gave my nuts a firm massage whenever he felt it?
Lord Dragon, no. The court was already aware of my husband’s adventures… But mine? My dirty little secrets? The “Donkey Cuck” written on my ass? The “Queen’s Dick” atop my groin? The crosshead on my testicles Alereon happily mocked? I scoffed at it, shaking my head as I slipped my arm inside the vest.
“What’s so funny, my Liege?” asked Alereon, turning around me to close the vest, hiding the tally marks on my backside for the Donkeys I took behind. Then, he approached me with my pants, cut so my front and backside were permanently exposed under my tail and the vest, unseen of all.
“Nothing…”
“Please. Your dicklet isn’t nothing,” snarked back Alereon as he attached the buckle while giving my nuts another smack on them before he talked to my royal jewelry. “I’ll fix you soon. No need to fret.”
“I… “ I started, only to snort at the absurdity and the humorous attempt from Alereon. “I was thinking how the Court must not know about this. At all.”
“This?” answered Alereon, handing me boots and gloves, observing me up and down. “They would not be surprised. You are Red Dragons, you and Ari. We know what to await.”
“What’s… Why are you in such a good mood, Alereon? Something happened?”
“Oh, you’ll see.”
That day, like most days, I was lost following Alereon. I knew the Black Dragon was smart and cunning, but his attitude and ability to lead the crown in my stead left me… Surprised.
I heard about his alliance with the different lords, whether it was Suino or Nohlon who stood on the opposite side. I heard about his presence reassuring the court. He even handled the preparation for the Prince’s birth, doing the check ups with Ari while I was at the stables… And somehow, it was easier to let him do everything. But at the same time, he seemed to have plans. Strange plans he enforced with the help of guards… Servants. Or whatever merchants he welcomed.
Those times, he plugged my ears while letting me suck on that Donkey cock, letting me rest my mind and mouth while he talked topics, keeping me awake with his nudging.
But never before had I seen him so… Eager. No smiling, like an artifice. No, he was smiling and even whistling as he strode towards the office’s entrance, opened it, and invited me outside before he smacked my ass, making me jump.
I nearly shouted back at him, but then…
“Hah! My King! The court is awaiting your arrival!”
The voice of a guard tugged my thoughts away, driving me to see one of the remaining few Red Dragon Guards still in activity within the castle. One of the few not “assigned” to the Stables.
“Hah! That’s…” I fumbled, searching for an answer. Great? Terrible?
“That’s opportune,” answered Alereon, happily slipping a hand on my backside, slipping even a finger underneath my tail to have a touch, a feel, to experience the contact of my gaping hole and the fluids still dripping from it. “We were about to meet with them.”
“Indeed! Indeed!” I added, fretful and unrest, while the Black Dragon’s fingers were happily pushing against my abused butthole, feeling and touching the wrinkled muscles.
I tried to keep a smile, to plaster that attitude of confidence like I did so many times ago. But by then, there was something wrong with the way the Guard looked at me.
He seemed to frown, holding his spear tightly as if he were processing some knowledge. And then… He pointed his muzzle.
“Here.”
“Here?” I asked, pointing at my own muzzle with my index finger.
“Higher. To the nostrils,” he explained, pointing indeed higher until my finger touched something warm and liquid. Like a paste, or a cream. By then, I frowned… But the Guard looked at both Alereon and me, watching how close the Black Dragon was.
“It’s… It’s cream. We… Hum… We were snacking while discussing treasury!”
“Hmm hmm,” nodded along Alereon, grinning ear to ear while the Guard seemed more and more appalled. And then, the poor Dragon suddenly dropped his head, reaching for his helmet.
“I- I’ll get going! Good afternoon, good sir!”
He mumbled and slunk away as I collected the last remnants of Donkey cum sticking to my scales before I sucked my finger… And wiped my scales.
“You did not tell me I had some left on my face.”
“It looked perfect to me, my Liege. The perfect attire for a connoisseur like you.”
Still, even with that, Alereon kept his smile and attitude. He waved at the guard before he returned to me… And plunged two fingers inside my asshole, pushing and wiggling them to force me to advance, to follow, to progress toward the court as my cocklet dribbled between my legs.
However, the more we progressed, the more odd everyone was acting. And how nobody seemed to bother with Alereon’s hand on my posterior. Or commenting on the precum coming from my groin. The first was the lord Palso, a grand oriental and green-scaled Dragon who noticed my presence and approached, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Congratulation, my King,” were his words, though his speech was tone deaf, almost extinct. And instead of adding more, he slipped away in his flowing dress.
“Congratulation? Wait? Is that?” I asked, turning my head, but Palso was already walking away at a faster pace than anticipated. Then, I returned to Alereon. “Congratulation? He means… For Ari?”
“I guess so,” answered Alereon with such a smile, a conniving smile. He knew about it.
Still, I had to follow him through as the other nobles came up and patted my shoulders. Some snickered, others had a scowl, some were despondent. And the more were joining, barely giving heed to Alereon’s hands on my ass, playing and teasing my ass.
His fingers were deft and quite eager to steal grunts from me when I had to receive the nobles’ wishes… until. Until I was in the Throne room.
Flanked by Alereon, I tried to puff up my chest and square my shoulders, yet not too much, since I felt cold air brush my testicles for half a second. I had to present my best foot forward at the assembly surrounding where the thrones were: mine and Ari’s. Most were surrounding Ari, cooing and smiling while giving us no space to approach.
“Let me pass,” I stated, speaking with a growling voice, but no.
They only moved with Alereon coughing and extending an arm forward, inviting me closer as I watched Ari… Sitting at the throne and holding my- our… Son. Well, what I assumed to be with the way Ari cradled the shape swathed in dyed wool while a mage remained close by, his hands raised and glimmering.
It was… Surprising.
“Ari! How was it?” I asked, surprised by the sudden revelation. If… If Ari had given birth, then… Then, there was something they must have kept from me. It was crazy to give birth and then to sit on the throne, even with a Mage nearby. Slowly, I felt like a pang in my guts as my Lover did not answer me.
“Consort Ari. How’s our little prince?”
“Pretty well, thank you, Alereon.”
Ari answered Alereon’s question. More than that, he offered him the swathe of cloth that was my son, and I stood there, stupid. Dumbstruck. I watched my Counselor tug on the wool, then lift a finger toward the little Prince inside. And then, chuckled. No… Roared as the Court froze. On either side, the Nobles stepped back, and so did I. I descended the few stairs, ending at the same level as others while I Alereon lifted my son.
“Hear! Hear! The Prince has arrived! Let the Heralds announce it to the entire Kingdom. To announce how our King failed!”
Gasps echoed within the room, Nobles hid their mouths and most looked at me in surprise. Some in disdain. Me? I stood silent, my mouth ajar as I watched what was a declaration fitting for a plot from my counselor. Counselor who started to undo the wraps as I heard guards approach me.
“What should we do, Sir?”
“A-Arrest him,” I mumbled, surprised.
“Hold him,” stated Alereon. An order the Guards followed as they suddenly held me by the arms. None of them were of the Royal Guards. None bore the red scales of my lineage. “And let him see.”
Alereon’s tone suddenly shifted as the swathe was finally undone without entirely exposing the prince. But already did I see the large ears popping free, one furry ear up and the other dropping. Then, there was that fuzzy gray muzzle, those big eyes closed by soft and swollen eyelids.
It was no egg. It was no Dragon. It was a donkey. One with tiny chubby hands stretching onward. Alereon lifted him despite the mumbles from the infant.
“Nobles! Here is the proof you awaited all! Here is the proof you were deceived by not one, but two Red Dragons! You held our King accountable, but he never fulfilled his royal duties!” shouted Alereon, in a display of power.
Like before, the Nobles were hanging to his every word, listening to what he alleged before he handed the Bastard back to Ari, who took him. My Husband’s face was close, his expression stern towards me. I tried to pull on the Guards’ hold, but I could not move. No… Even with my strength, I was unable to break free… Or to stop the Guards from grabbing the vest and pulling it, exposing me. Exposing my cocklet. My marked testicles. My ass. Everything was left exposed by a hand holding my tail up.
“This is the proof the Consort was telling the truth. Our Consort Ari might have cheated on the King! But the fault lies in a King unable to defend himself, unable to sire! An illness we have let sit on our throne for far too long!”
His words were like hammers. But so was his presence as he approached, his hands free. The eyes slipped from him onto me as I was forced to turn, step after step, to face the crowd after it had eyed my posterior. But their gasps, when they saw what had been inked on my genitals, were… scandalized.
“For so long, Consort Ari and I have worked to hide our King’s deficiency! And there was the hope this infant would be his. But as you can see… On that day, we cannot hide the truth any more! This is why our King must be thrown down!”
“Al-Alereon, why ar-”
“SILENCE!” Alereon cut me off, snarling at me before he turned to the crowd that was growing rowdy. And booing me. I saw no defense, no one who could talk in my name, they had already left.
“This is why we cannot let that Red taint remain! You know me! You know what I have already done! Now… Now! It is the time to choose someone who will truly lead you!”
My eyes darted low. The booing and cries, even the spit from people, were starting to disappear. Zoning out, I barely heard as in my own throne room, I was stripped of my garments and mocked. I did not cry. I did not beg. I grit my teeth and allowed that terrible… Horrible betrayal pass through me.
“I choose Alereon! He is the one who has revealed the truth about them!”
I swallowed my bile as the Guards led me further ahead, following Alereon and Ari.
“I choose Alereon! Might he protect our legacy!”
I nearly fumbled as my feet met an uneven stone on the way.
“Alereon is a traitor! The King has been misled!”
A voice! My eyes lifted, intending to see an ally. But that face had already disappeared behind the crowd pushing him away. And I turned to Alereon, watching him smile without glancing at me as I was led through one door to another.
It did not take long.
Instead of leading me to the prison at the back of the palace, I was led down a flight of stairs, then another. The lack of sconces did not help, but I thought I could recognize the place. The smell of straw, of beasts, of urine, and manure… Then, of sex, mixed with the moans and groans of other Dragons. There were… So many. So many Dragons.
And then, the sconces welcomed me to what looked closer to a dungeon. A place with high ceilings and wide corridors, no different than a stable or a barn. But it was dimly lit and distinct from the royal stables.
The air was warmer, too, and dank. But there were the cries. Left and right, I saw the Red Dragons, those forming my royal Guards, bending over bars, strapped to creatures’ bellies, or merely getting railed underneath what were horses, donkeys, and hippogryphs. Creatures that were rarely bred or brought to the center of the Kingdom were displayed there, showing a diversity unmet before. There was even a Unicorn and a Pegasus, I swear.
But I could not stay and look at those getting abused or sleeping in their own filth. I was dragged to my “cell”. Without a word, the Guards looked at me then at the doorless alcove with that straw mat in it. Then they threw me there like I was nothing but a nuisance, a lowly servant being punished.
“Wha- What are you doing?” I asked, knowing I could not fight them as they kept their hands near their blades.
“King Alereon wants you here. He will meet with you once he is done.”
“King? What do you mean, King?”
“He is our King.”
I blinked, but the Guards offered no answer. One slipped away while the other kept watch. But a moment later, the Guard returned with a donkey in tow, leading the beast to my alcove.
“Don’t do anything funny. We are keeping watch,” said the Guard as he attached the donkey to a nearby post and left, followed by his companion as I was… Alone.
The alcove was open and reeked of bestial musk. The straw was clean, but my nose picked so many wrong scents, terrible enough for my mouth to close. And so did my nostrils.
I heard the faint cries of other Dragons beyond, mainly their moans and distant begging.
“Fuck me! Big stud!”
“Give me your foals!”
“No! He’ll give me foals!”
It seemed two dragons were even fighting in the distance as I sat down there to recuperate. Naked, exposed, destitute. I looked at the corridor in front of me as I knew what I would see: a sight no different than Ari getting railed by his new “lover”. Or… me. Me as I felt the Beast’s breath against my neck and earholes. He even nibbled at my horns, his teeth napping at them before I tried to push that face away. But he returned to them, then butted his muzzle against the back of my head. The huffs, the loud breaths, no… I recognized it.
“No… No, leave me be!” I grunted, raising a hand to oppose that relentless muzzle. But no, the Beast was unwilling to let go as he approached and circumvented me… He stomped around me, retained only by the rope. It prevented the Donkey from leaving the alcove.
“Shoo! Let… I have to think,” I said. But think about what? About my own needs, by my… Erection as I smelled the rutting scent permeating the barely lit dungeon? To the fact I have been called out and exposed in front of the nobles?
I sighed, lowering my head… And sensed something hot, warm even, press against my nose. Something… Fuzzy, too. Churning, heavy. Heavy, like what landed on my forehead and slipped on my nape before he looked up. My muzzle went up and lifted the scrotum, making each orb go up… And then slip on either side of my muzzle, smearing the sweat over the skin on my scales. And my eyes were on either side of that… Fat… Heavy… Greasy shaft. One that had already slipped beyond the sheath’s borders.
Still, I was close enough to the base to watch the wrinkles there, where the scrotum and the cock met, where… Where would be housed that cock when that Donkey was not rutting.
And with my nostrils rubbed by the nuts, the only smell I could pick was one of a Donkey stud. I… Did not slip away or try to shoo the Beast any further.
Ashamed as I was, I took a deep gulp and scooted back so the scrotum dropped from my muzzle, not without finishing smearing that sweat all over the scales. And my eyes were then focused on the half-hard shaft protruding from the Donkey’s groin.
It was no different than Lestro, my “favorite” among those Beasts Alereon had led to the Royal stable. One of those beasts I had… Worshiped.
It was easy to slide back into the old habit only minutes after my downfall. Maybe Alereon told the truth about my appetites and those of Red Dragons’. But at that moment, it was just… Simpler to reach for that cock, to extend a finger underneath to lift it while I guided that fat cockhead closer to my lips.
There was respite, peace of mind in reaching for that shaft. Of feeling the blood rushing to it until that stud was hard. And then kiss it. To press my tongue against that fat and oozing urethra, slurping down that salty and delicious precum.
It was peace, peace of mind. I was addicted to it, and I was given free rein to indulge in it, within the dark room. And my eyes closed, my breath still, my mind…
My mind was on my fingers touching the cum-churning fat nuts. On feeling the leathery skin roll whenever I planted my fingertips within. On sensing the liquid inside shifting whenever I pushed or kissed, or touched, or reached, or gave that Donkey my love.
My tongue slipped and kissed that shaft, more than I had done for Ari or any previous lover. I collected the precum, savored the luscious taste that kept coming and hitting. I gulped it down, finding solace in the warmth spreading through my guts. Soon enough, my stomach felt heavy with fluids. With his fluids.
There was the delight. Enough that my cocklet started to stir between my legs and spewed juices on the straw mat. I was almost cumming, I felt like it while the Donkey brayed above me. He brayed, huffed. His hooves stomped on the ground while I felt that cock throb further, heat up, that flare expanding. And then, the globs of cum were fatter, heavier. Maybe the donkey was cumming, too, but it felt like he was pissing on me with all those juices… All that cum even I couldn’t take entirely inside. I gulped and gargled, felt how the semen was spilling out all over my muzzle and chest. It repainted in white my scales, my scales, my lips, even a bit of my groin while I leaned on, almost wrapping my arms around the pole so I could suck it. Suck it… Dry. Wholly. Entirely. So I could open my mouth, giving up on that sweet semen for only a second before I had my mouth wrapped around the tip. I could take more than half the length. Yet, I only took half… Half of it as it tingled my uvula while it spewed more cum right into my wide-open throat and guts.
I felt it descend right into my stomach and bloating it. It was… Everything. Everything I desired, everything I wanted… Everything I would be… As I gargled, my eyes rolled and my ears remained deaf to the whole world around me. Except for two voices.
“Just like I told you. He could not have waited for us.”
Alereon’s voice was calm, collected. And as soon as it echoed, I opened my eyes, darted to where he was. Standing, armor, and holding a torch. How long had he been there? How long… Had I been worshiping the beast?
It felt a few minutes, but it might have been hours. When I faced him, cum was sticking to my entire body.
“This is true. You were right about this, Alereon. About it all,” mumbled Ari.
Of the “Prince”, there were no traces. Neither were traces of my former Husband’s clothes. Like me, Ari was naked and exposed. And yet, unashamed despite his little erection between his legs or the hand on his posterior.
In that situation, Ari and I were no different. Yet, it was I, who was on my knees, moaning and fighting to pull that cock out from my throat until I coughed, and spat a mix of cum and saliva. I even reached for my throat.
“Pathetic,” commented Alereon, rolling his eyes before he snapped. Distant footsteps echoed, as well as the sound of clinging armors. Guards, more guards were coming, none were red Dragons. And they were standing by, ready to serve. “You did not even try escaping. Failure.”
I blinked.
“What? What… I could not escape this place! There were guards! Why are you mocking me, Alereon?”
“Guards? They were given the orders to leave once you were set. You could have fled and left the minute they were gone. But you remained and worshiped a beast, no… You sucked a donkey off!”
As he said that, the Guards echoed with a laugh. They laughed all, and at my expenses. Even Ari chuckled, though nervously, while the Guards were coming closer, reaching for his posterior.
“This is your nature. And you two… You proved me right to the entire Kingdom. So… I should thank you, my… Liege,” said Alereon, advanced and reaching for my muzzle, cupping it.
I slapped the hand away, and Alereon did not fight back. No, he even smiled at my reaction while he stepped away.
“Thank you for what? You… You humiliated me. Are you happy? Now that everyone’s worship you?”
“No, not yet,” gloated Aleren, patting the Donkey’s head as he untied the bridle to the post and extended it to one of the guards. The Beast was led away… And I was given an ample view as Ari was getting massaged, teased… Even led in a kiss with one of a guard. And rather than fighting back, my Husband accepted it. No, his red hands even rushed to stroke the Guard’s codpiece while another cupped Ari’s genitals… And another played with his ass. Once more, I was a mere observer. Or not.
Not as another guard approached me from behind. As I felt those hands rushing against the back of my spine and along my tail while I was lifted and put back on my wobbly legs. Not that I could have resisted. Alereon looked me up and down.
“I am not done yet. But with your humiliation, it will be. Now, the other Nobles will approve my actions and have given me the right to conscript every Red Dragon within the Kingdom to work for the cavalry.”
“What? What does a new army have to see with me being humiliated? Are you planning to send them to their death?”
“No, no. I did not mean to have them be the cavalry. But to work for the cavalry. In the future,” explained Alereon, extending an arm towards the other stables, to my former guards moaning and begging. “They will produce the mounts that will help us protect and expand my Kingdom.”
“Excuse me?” I gasped, still feeling the hands on me. And as I looked away, to glare at the Guard currently stroking my posterior, I heard a sigh from Alereon.
“Always dimwitted. You and Ari were proof Red Dragons could be used. Now, the Nobles agree with my projects and find it humane. Better than to waste an infantry,” said Alereon with a hint of pride in his words as he continued to gloat and stepped away.
Away as he undid his cape, his vest, his shirt, his belt, his boots, and his pants. It was an efficient and quick stripping, giving nothing in detail as the Dragon was working to undo what covered him.
As he did so, I felt the hand slip deeper between my cheeks. No, I felt it slip in the crack in between, stroking the soft scales there and with my… Pucker. My tender pucker they were rubbing and teasing, playing with it until they stole a gargle from me.
“What a Beast slut. Should we fuck him?” asked the Guard
“That’s our role,” mumbled the other, holding me, chuckling. “And you lost. You get booty duty.”
They spoke as if I was not there. But even then, I was powerless as they held me tight and that finger, that rough finger, pressed against my tender butthole, and then… Slipped inside. I gasped some more, feeling penetrated and violated in my innermost part. And yet, my heart pumped faster, my throat hardly swallowed the saliva. And my eyelids fluttered. The finger opened the rim further, pressed on it. And then, it twisted. It twisted, turned, and teased me when it hooked on my asshole to pull on it sideways.
“He’s clean. At least. I won’t have to drag water here,” continued the Guard.
“I thought he would be stuffed with Donkey cum.”
“Me too.”
SNAP!
As my ears were focused on the guards and my eyes above my shoulders, trying to get a glimpse, a detail from the two guards abusing me… There was the Snap. I turned only to see Alereon standing naked and proud… And erect… And virile. More than me.
His cock was wide with a tapered tip and two glands on the side. More than that, the length was quite impressive and covered with soft scales glistening with sweat and precum. A length that appeared from his slit. Below of which sat his two genitals. He was… Hung. Even from afar, I could compare the differences between us. I would be lucky and on a good day if I could reach a fifth of his length, of his size, of his girth.
That… Even at that moment, I could not compare. My own erection, throbbing and pulsating until it reached half-mast, was a poor comparison. One Alereon glanced at and sneered while he turned to Ari, who approached, slipping away from the Guards’ embrace.
Still, with the way my Husband approached, with a wobbly gait, I was certain he had climaxed. That or the semen dripping from his soft cock as he approached. Ari grinned at me, then offered the most genuine and glowing smile to Alereon as his chin was gripped and lifted, guided into a kiss.
A kiss in which Alereon guided my husband to turn his back on me… To press their bodies together… To have his mast extending between Ari’s legs. His cock, so girthy and magnificent, pushed the Red Dragon’s balls aside and was almost pointing at Ari’s ass. At his ass that was… Naturally gaping. And gaping further when Alereon’s grubby hands went over it. Those hands squeezed and pressed on the curvy cheeks, digging into the scales-covered fat pillows, kneading them… All the while, I saw the rim. I saw the wrinkled orifice puckering up, revealing its warm and rosy insides as Alereon progressed closer. He even slipped one finger against it, and traced the way inward.
Similar to what the Guards had been doing at first. But by then, by the moment Alereon grinned at me mockingly with his enormous cock about to ruin my Husband, they were at three fingers.
Three fingers pushing deep inside me and squeezing one warm and tense spot, a spot that made my legs weak, my head swirl, my body heat up and even fire rise in the back of my throat. An impotent fire that turned into smoke as the fingers continued to delve within and stretch my hole until I could sense the air brush my guts from within.
“He’s… Stretchy.
“You always say that of whores. Now, get to it.”
I gulped. At their words… At that sight of the tapered tip pointing and poking at Ari’s hole as he was forced to arch back, his posterior and rim disappearing from my sight, only to know, from my Husband’s moans, Alereon was at the entrance. He held onto Ari in that precarious balance before he looked at me… And stopped, relaxing his grip on the Red Dragon.
“You asked me if Ari would cheat on you with another Lord. It was long ago,” started Alereon, patting that posterior as if to order my Husband. “Fetch us a bench.”
With that, I saw my Husband slink away like a mere whore, but shadowed by the Guards.
As for me, I remained aware of Alereon as he watched me getting molested by his goons. More than that, getting hard and fully erect as the fingers left my hole. A buckle was undone behind me. One buckle, and then… There was a hard tip pressed at my entrance. Tapered, too, not as wide as one of a Donkey or another of Alereon’s beasts. But something that was wide enough to steal a gulp from me.
“You might have forgotten,” said Alereon, watching Ari and the Guards approach. The latter were the ones pushing a sturdy bench onto which the new King sat, spreading his legs. “But I did not. And Ari never cheated on you, despite our inclinations. See, I was always truthful. But this ends today.”
SNAP!
I gulped again. From the sensation of the warm and wide shaft pressing against my tender entrance. My eyes almost rolled in their sockets while my legs and arms tensed. I could not move. Not escape as that cock pressed against my pucker and slipped inside. One inch. Two. I groaned. I wheezed.
“There will be nothing between you two. Ari will be my queen. As for you, I will make sure you are properly broken before I parade you to the entire Kingdom.”
“I-” I tried to speak.
But a gloved hand reached for my face, squeezed my muzzle shut and pulled me down. Down with enough strength, I had to bend over and see another Guard keeping me down. Still, I could see Alereon despite bending over and being faced with another Dragon’s groin. One whose belt had been undone… And whose loincloth had been pushed aside to reveal a shaft no different than Alereon’s, albeit shorter but wider near the base.
Right away, my nostrils were assaulted by the Guard’s perfume: dripping sweat, precum, the scent of a recently fucked female… Cream for scales. Nevertheless, I saw the tip covered with cum and already erect, pocking at my lips.
I could have bitten it off. I could… But I did not.
With one finger slipped in my mouth, my jaws were pried wide open and my tongue outward. Then, the glistening end was placed on my tongue. Such an aroma brought pleasure, an intense and sudden pleasure as my tongue was swarmed by that foreign taste. It was so intense my mind was starting to drift, so potent it tingled the back of my throat without having the cock wedged within. Still, I sensed the chaos that was wrecking my body as the Guard slipped his cock inside my mouth, pressing against my velvety tongue and palate. He was unafraid of being bitten, certain he would not be maimed. He was right. My lips closed, but my teeth remained minded, leaving only a tight seal he used to rub his cock against while the pressure within satisfied him. Satisfied enough, he growled and even patted the top of my head.
By then, I had seen Ari coming back and sitting on Alereon’s lap. But they did not fuck despite their erections. I even saw the Guards around, happily massaging themselves. Their hands were going all over their codpieces, with Ari’s asshole tenderly stroked and fingered by my counselor. Whereas Ari was no different in handling and giving firm but slow strokes on Alereon’s enormous cock.
They were all… Watching, enjoying themselves.
“Do you enjoy the view, my Consort?” asked Alereon, slipping three fingers beneath Ari’s posterior, seemingly fingering and tensing that asshole.
“Hrmphh… Yes. It is good to see. I see why he loved to watch me and the Donkey.”
So… My lover knew. Ari knew of my presence, must have been made aware of my hours spent hiding in the royal stables while he was fucked… Strapped… Sometimes used as a breeding mount. He must have known about my secret pleasure in sucking Alereon’s donkeys, in worshiping them. But he said nothing, never revealed he knew.
Blood rushed to my flustered face, more than before, as I knew I had been caught out. And all my attempts to be discreet had been for naught… Not, had served to make a fool of myself.
I had been such a fool. One hiding my desires.
And who had them exposed when the Guard behind me replaced his tip at my entrance, this time hell-bent on taking me on. On… Inserting his girthy shaft within me. One… Inch. Two… Inches. Three… Inches.
His progress was fast and easy. The Donkeys had done a number to my hole, that I knew. Ari knew… They both knew it, they both knew I had been a mere Beast-fucker, a lowly whore. Tears were veiling my face as I felt so ashamed, feeling no pain whatsoever as the Guard was penetrating my tender asshole. Or when that one held my horns and had his hips pumping within my mouth.
I was no different than a toy or a phantom mare, stuck between the two males who kept me on my knees. And I was hard.
So hard. So needy. So excited as that cock wedged within me, my hole, constantly hit that same warm spot within me. One warm and tender spot he rubbed with his tip whenever he pulled out. One warm and tender spot he pressed like a weight whenever he was fully hilted within.
Each time, my heartbeat skipped a note. And my body quivered as if I was sick. No, exalted. Exalted as that pleasure was gripping my everything. It had taken so much from me, and it was to continue.
It would continue as the back and forth continued, slow but nevertheless exploring my inners.
“Hrmphh… He’s.. loose. What beast used him before? Griffons?”
“Only donkeys,” went the second to the first. From the one abusing my mouth, making me gargle and gasp, to the one whose back and forth rocked my body.
“He’s been a Donkey addict from the beginning,” intervened Alereon as his lips parted with Ari’s. How long since they’ve been kissing together? But his lips parted, and his fingers were back fingering, stealing moans from Ari, whose cock dripped whiteish fluids. “Ruin him. Go as hard as you want. I want him to feel it while I fuck the Consort.”
I gargled, unable to swallow up the saliva or the tears choking me up. My throat bulged from the abuse, and as much as it tightened, stealing grunts from the Guard, it did nothing. There was nothing I could do as my claws scrapped the ground beneath the straw.
I could not oppose or resist as the Guard behind me changed his pace. And just like ordered, he went… Faster. He grew brutal as his fingers dug into my sides, uncaring for my soft scales and skin below. He held on to me so tightly I felt like he was crushing my guts. As much as he was crushing my insides as his hips rocked and pushed. His movements were thorough, brutal… Were so brutal I almost nicked the other Guard’s cock with my teeth.
“Watch it! Whore!” answered that one with a smack on my head and a firmer grasp on my horns he would not let go.
He would not let go, allowing me to only watch with one eye what was happening between Ari and Alereon. Facing one another, with Ari straddling the lap, I had a perfect view of my former Husband’s asshole or that black-scaled hand pulling the tail up to expose the swollen and abused rim, one that was leaking with a lubricating liquid.
I saw that tapered tip slip inside. I saw Ari wheeze. I saw. I heard him whine. I witnessed my former Husband smile wholly while his asshole was getting split apart by Alereon’s fat cock. And his words… I experienced them.
“Go on, my King. Breed me,” said Ari, encouraging Alereon and his hands going on that ass, slipping beneath it, cupping it, lifting it. Alereon lifted Ari’s cheeks, lifted those thighs, that ass, and I saw how much had been slipped inside.
Before my eyes, I saw more than half of Alereon’s size had been inside, coating the insides, without Ari skipping a beat. It would have been impossible for me to fit Ari’s needs, to satisfy him. “Bred us. Breed us all, all the Red dragons. We want it!”
This time, Ari encouraged Alereon as much as the others: as the Guards, as the beasts working the Red Dragons around. In that instant, I was reminded of all the sounds around me: the grunting beasts, the begging soldiers, the moaning sluts. And I was in the middle of it, no different as my asshole was thoroughly bred, and so was my mouth.
At that instant, I felt the control I had over my cock slip, and all the heat that had been growing inside my groin suddenly released.
One shot, two. And then it was done. I felt my groin grow numb and my cock drop against my testicles. My aching, still-full, and battered testicles.
But I was spent, my breathing slow, and my body exhausted.
“Hrmph… he’s already spent?” asked the Guard in my mouth.
“Nah. Keep fucking him.”
The second Guard did not relinquish on my hole despite my rim releasing its grip. He could have stopped and focused on cumming. But no, his movements were fast, brutal. His thighs clapped my cheeks, no different than Ari’s… And my body was again under assault, my spot squeezed and massaged despite the searing pain building at my cocktip.
I gasped, gargled, and wanted to cough as precum was slipping inside my throat in places it shouldn’t have. But even then, I had those Guards firmly holding me down, spit-roasting me like the lowliest whore in the capital.
Like we were to be, under Alereon’s reign. Like I was to be as I sensed another cock being pressed against my face, on the opposite side. It poked at my cheek, coated it with fluids. Seemingly, a third Guard was adding to the pile while I was getting gangbanged.
Through the pain, the shame, there was the lust. I had given up before… I had given everything to Alereon to suck those donkeys off, before. Why couldn’t I now?
It would be easier. Much more easier to give in as I watched my Husband bounce on Alereon’s lap. I saw that ass cupped, and something stung. I saw that cock slipping in and out, slurped by that fat rim. More than that, I saw the precum dripping from it. Drop after drop. Each one bigger, each one leading to a more disgusting suckling noise.
I heard it, as Ari’s asshole sucked on my advisor’s cock. He was getting bred and prepared to bear another child, but this time, it would be a Dragon. Not my child, but Alereon’s.
And I saw Alereon’s grin while he kissed Ari’s neck, glancing at me with those same frustrated eyes. The ones he focused on those he despised.
I gargled, finally losing touch. Or so… Rather, I felt something different. Fluids. Fluids poured in my throat, and a sigh echoed above. I chugged it down, taking the semen in the right path. But there was already so much inside. I felt like I was getting bloated as the Guard’s testicles kept clenching against my battered and sore chin.
“Hrmph! Take it all,” encouraged that Guard, holding my horns so tightly. It felt like I could be choking on it… But no.
I swallowed it all without even knowing, without even thinking. Was it truly second nature? It felt like so as I remained on my knees and elbows despite my pain. As I started to lick, the cock pumped more into my throat. As I clenched my hole around that fat cock, it moved at a slower pace. At such a slow pace, I could feel the throb shaking the Guard… As I could feel his rising orgasm, his quickening heartbeat. And then heard him grunt, felt his semen pouring inside my hole.
They stopped.
Their movements stopped. The Guards’ movements halted, and my body followed. I was no longer fucked or forced to suck. There was only the cock poking my cheek and coating it. And Alereon. Ari.
Husband. And Advisor. Their lips were locked, their hips joined.
Their bodies quivered as Alereon’s thighs clenched and tightened, closed for a second as a sigh escaped them both. Them… My Husband and Advisor. I watched them quiver, I watched the hand almost release the tail as its tip wagged.
And then, I saw the semen dribble from the gaped hole. I saw the droplets land on the ground, droplet after droplet. By then, the Guards’ lascivious touch had become a finger exploring my mouth, coated with their fluids, and another cock ushered inside.
Again, I was to be taken.
Yet, I observed my husband kissing my previous Counselor and the giggle that followed, the moans…. And the finger slipping inside the orifice to stretch it, to expose it, to show to me what I couldn’t take anymore as I was used, abused, and locked.
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The sunlight is blinding. Terribly so.
I blink and try to adapt to it as the choirs are chanting, the drums beating, and the crowd itself in utter chaos. I hear cries, I hear names being called. I blink, but the sunlight burns, just as much as the recently inked “Royal Broodwhore” on my face. It is not the only one, but it is the most recent and the most obvious. The pain throbs beneath the scales.
But not only.
So do my swollen guts as I’m strapped to one of the Beasts, another Donkey. Lestro. That’s his name. I can remember it.
“Welcome to the proud and youthful men who sacrificed everything for the Kingdom! Do not fear! Do not fret! This is the path to victory!”
In the distance, there’s a herald, his voice inching closer and closer as the Donkey advances. My guts are so swollen and heavy, I am certain I am pregnant. No… That I bear more than one single Beast. Each breath is filled with the stench of cum, the same one sticking to my entire body despite a thorough bath. And yet, as the Beast takes another step, his dick hits my gut again.
It is wondrous. It is good. It is my purpose.
I cough, feeling my morning meal with my saliva and I swallow it back, gargling the liquid down and adding more to my taut belly covered with tally marks.
“Look! That’s the former King!”
One voice. My eyelids flutter, fighting against the blinding light as I turn my head toward one young adult, a Red Dragon. They’re almost gone, all becoming a part of the army and the breeding program.
I try to open my mouth, but someone grabs the Dragon away, pulling him far from the crowd.
And then I return to the ground, watching the Beast’s steps as it ascends steps with little bounce.
“But today’s the day we finally pardon the Kingdom’s Bane. After his valiant efforts to sabotage the crown, and despite his infamous betrayal, the Kingdom’s Bane ushered a new age for Dragonkind!”
The voice. It is not of a Herald. But… Ari’s.
Ari… Ari’s feet, I see. He’s reaching for the Donkey’s bridle to guide the Beast further, close to a rostrum.
Even through the haze clouding my thoughts, I know he’s near. I hear his breath, can smell his faint scent sticking to Ari and the place, amidst the scent of cum on me or the Donkey’s sweat-caked fur against my back.
I exhale, feeling my body relax and so, the contraction from my ruined rim around that pole. Lestro, that’s his name, right?
I cough.
“The Kingdom’s Bane has betrayed us. That is true. Every child, every woman, every man, every soldier, every noble. Everyone was betrayed as he lied and allowed the Kingdom to decline. His lack of actions and his addiction would have cost us everything we have! But! It is through his perversion we found out about… The Red Dragons. Some still consider my actions brutal and rough. I have heard of the fights and the nobles not adhering to the Breeding Program. I even heard a Barn was burned down, and its Red Dragons hidden away,” said Alereon, his tone amplified by a spell.
“But I will not fear! If the Red Dragons might suffer and disappear, this is for the benefit of our Kingdom! Their sacrifices are not in vain! And this is why! Why I pardon the Kingdom’s Bane. And elevate him as a Hero. He will bear the new generation that will save us all!”
I hear them roaring, crying, shouting. I hear booing. But what I don’t hear, it’s their excuses or their appreciation. Only the sound of more cum and more Beasts being pumped inside me. Whatever comes next is a blur. Talk, grandiloquent speeches. I cannot even look at Alereon or Ari. Both ruined me, both ashamed me.
And it is with their grins and satisfaction I am led away with the young Red Dragon I saw not so long before. He, and many others who are to learn their duties.
Gagged, bound, attached. They look at me with envy. Envy as the Guards are using and abusing me. They can watch, they can see what… Why am I doing this?
Still, I feel those cocks pushing and punching me. They’re talking above me, taking bets, exchanging ideas. The other Red Dragons are trembling, salivating, unashamed, and already desiring.
“Rightful King? He’s a slut! Look at him!”
I should have thanked the one who tried to defend me… But it is pointless. So I slurp and swallow the Guard’s length, feeling it and filling me.
It is… Our future.
The Barns have already been built. Alereon has worked fast for this, I heard. He is working with all the nobles to get those prepared and secured where Red Dragons will be parked and forced to be bred.
They will serve the Kingdom, their asses on the line. Me among them. Me… To show them.
They are fucked, they are raided, there are ruined by the Beasts we are to produce: Hippogryphs, Horses, or whatever ferals creatures that might have been deemed necessary. Our holes… The Red Dragons holes are deemed fit.
But… The effects.
I… I heard them talk about it.
I heard how only a dozen Red Dragons manage to recover from the conscription after their hours spent there. Out of a thousand. And even then, they are… They cannot remain with their lovers and partners, they cannot fuck. I even heard how their prostates were so ruined they cannot even get erect without being fucked.
I… I did not even consider this, but as I see my limp cock, it seems… True. I have been so used, my hole is a gaping hole, constantly open and ready. I can… Put my entire fist in it and feel nothing. The others are watching me, listening to the squelching sound of my weak sphincter trying to restrain my fist and stop the cum from oozing out.
They are looking towards me, their future.
If they don’t keep his ability to procreate, they will be nothing but cocksleeves. They will serve, we will serve. Our holes will be ruined, only to birth another creature, and then used again. If they lose their mind, they will be assigned to the ferals. But for the lucky few capable of thoughts… Maybe one Noble could take them in.
Red Dragons… Red Dragons can be bred by anyone and anything?
It’s not like… Our genes will be transmitted to our eggs. So… If a noble wants a broodwhore, he only has to pick. One fancy. One beautiful.
Just like the one at the side of our new King. Or the one lost in kissing the dastard White Dragon acting as the Marquis in that land.
“Come, reddies. We have already found you your husbands for the next few years. As for you, former King, we have a VIP just for you.”
The Red Dragons follow me as I am led away… But from behind, they only see my ruined hole being fingered by the Bastard as I will be married to my next husband. A stud of a Griffon. At least, he won’t betray me. He can ruin my holes whenever he wants.