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As Akio stood in the center of the huge throne room, her paws spreading easily over the polished red stone, the dragons in brown robes watched her warily. Anjel had to stand outside; he was a white dragon, and they came from the north, so weren�t trusted completely. She felt utterly vulnerable without him.
The Lord dragon was seated upon a red iron throne on a raised platform at the head of the room. She was standing before him, studying him in silence. His scales were a ruddy red, but they shone like rubies. His eyes were yellow-orange and fiery, and on occasion, copper-colored flames danced from his nostrils. His chin rested on his talon, the corresponding elbow rested on the arm of the mighty throne. He seemed bored, but Akio knew better than to speak, or even move, without command.
�My dear,� crooned the Lord in a voice that seemed too soft for a creature of his stature, thick with dragon accent. �From what Pack has our Ghost brought you?�
�Moonstone Pack, my Lord,� she said, speaking loudly. She was nervous, and her voice cracked when she answered, much to her dismay.
The dragon, however, only smiled. �Ah, yes, the wolf tail and the hatchling. I remember that ordeal. Well, it has been settled with your presence here, is it true?�
�Yes, my Lord.� It was difficult to speak with the muzzle on, and she hoped they would remove it soon. The Lord dragon nodded to one of the cloaked dragons and said something in their tongue. The dragon moved towards her, green scales shimmering under the heavy hood as he took hold of the D-shaped loops on the front of her collar. He tugged on it; apparently, he wanted her to move. She stepped forward, following the green dragon.
They paused only a foot away from the rise in the floor where the throne sat. The Lord dragon rose, walking to Akio, and crouched at the edge of the platform. The cloaked dragon moved away. With a smooth motion, he lifted her chin with a golden-tipped claw. His voice grew heavier as he spoke, lower than talking but not quite whispering.
�I am Lord Umber Tyrran,� he said. �What did they call you, wolf of the Moonstone Pack?�
�Akio,� she answered, too quickly. The dragon smiled.
�And what was your pup name?� he asked. �The name you were given at birth?�
She blushed so harshly that it seemed her fur had grown pink at the cheeks. How did this dragon know so much of lycanthropes? �I am Nightshade�s Promise of Agape.� In most werepacks, you were given a name at the time of your birth, but it was generally a name that was used in formal occasions such as mating or consulting with other packs.
He straightened, a small plume of copper-golden flame escaping his cracked-open jaws. �You are the daughter of the eldest Alpha.�
She lowered her eyes demurely. �I am, my Lord.�
Tyrran snorted. �Leave it to the Ghost to bring us a pampered pup.� He turned to the cloaked dragon that walked her to the platform and grumbled something in the dragon tongue. �Maybe you will be more to my taste after you�ve been introduced to the lesser Lords,� he said, looking back to Akio.
Her heart was in her throat as she was led out of the chamber, muscles tightening to hold back tears. Her birthname betrayed her, of all things! She was prepared to do anything and everything she could� but maybe now, the lesser Lords would see her and none would want her. Then she could go to Anjel.
The thought had barely left her mind when they escorted her from the palace and she saw the white dragon. He was speaking with a dragoness�very scantily clothed and beautiful, her scales every shade of blue-violet and eyes the color of sapphires. She was much smaller than Anjel; probably not much bigger than Akio herself. Anjel looked towards her and didn�t even smile in her direction; he only looked back to the female and continued talking. He made a lot of gesticulations; she hadn�t noticed that before� his gaze returned to her again, nervously.
�Come on, she-wolf,� grumbled the dragon holding her collar. He gave it a sharp tug, bringing her head around. �Don�t want to keep those dragons waiting.�
They were dressed in armor, all of them. The lesser Lords seemed to be the fighting breed, made mostly of greens and yellows in red steel with long spears. Some of the dragons here towered over eight feet, dwarfing Anjel, and it made her curious about the size of the organ between their legs. A golden dragon with the reddest eyes Akio had ever seen grinned as he noticed her. Her hackles raised on their own accord.
�Who�s the bitch?� asked a green as the cloaked one unbuckled her high collar.
She rubbed the fur where the uncomfortable brace had been, lowering her gaze and watching as the dragon who�d escorted her here answered, �Ah, she�s some highborn wolf from Moonstone Pack. Agape, or something of the like. Lord Tyrran says that you boys are to have a go at her, and if none of you like her then he�ll take another try.�
The golden dragon who grinned at her before, lounging comfortably near a window, snorted red flames. �Why doesn�t the Lord want her?�
�Says she�s too spoiled for him,� answered the cloaked one. He tossed the collar on the floor. �When you�re tired of her, take her to the Ghost with orders to clean her up and return her to Lord Tyrran.� He left them.
All eyes seemed to fall on her then. She pulled on her wrists, but they were still hopelessly bound at the small of her back, and the muzzle seemed to be cutting into her cheeks. She tried not to look around the room, but the scent of males filled the room and became suddenly all she could smell. In her Heat, it excited her against her will.
Finally, one of them moved. He was a younger one, a dragon smaller than Anjel and covered in the most brilliant yellow scales. He was wearing only half of his armor; it seemed that the dragons were either dressing or undressing. He lifted her chin up almost roughly. �She�s a pretty one,� he said in a voice almost too high for a dragon. She felt his claw trace over her breast and whimpered softly, more from surprise than objection. Thankfully, the dragon smiled. He reached around with both talons and unhooked the muzzle, letting the leather fall to the floor. He massaged her cheeks and ears gently.
�You want us to leave her to you, Kall, or do you want us to join you?� asked a dragon from the back of the room. Akio looked about and noticed that the dragons were all in their smallclothes now, and most were in different positions. The golden dragon was now standing to her right, almost too closely. It seemed odd that so many creatures could work so quickly and almost silently.
�I only want her muzzle,� answered the yellow dragon, smiling. �I hear canines have long tongues.� The other dragons chuckled, and some moved closer. Akio remembered not to whimper or object, but she was not looking forward to what she knew would happen. She felt talons working at the laces behind her back, the leather and fur expanding away from her wrists. The warm air circulated between the cuff fur and her own, and it felt cool. She wanted to rub them, but the dragon who untied them was now holding her paws together behind her back.
Meanwhile, Kall�s talon was working at the laces in the front of his breeches. He held her jaw gently, but firmly all the same, and she couldn�t turn her head away as his sheath was exposed. �Let�s see her paws go to work,� the yellow dragon requested, and the talons released her wrists.
�Wait,� rumbled a deeper voice. Akio struggled to look in the direction of the speaker. It was the golden dragon. �Let�s get her on the table,� he was saying. �On her belly.� Other dragons murmured agreement, and Kall lifted her up. He turned and placed her on the table only a few feet away, and she scrambled to lie on her stomach.
�Good girl,� complimented the golden dragon. �Agape, that�s what the monk said you were called.� He walked around her, touching her back. The table creaked and she looked back. The dragon was kneeling behind her. �Bring up your hips, little wolf.� She had no choice but to obey.
A rough talon brought her head around, and she looked up into Kall�s dull orange eyes. �Touch me,� he commanded, lifting her paw to his sheath. The dragon behind her was lifting her tail, probing between her legs with a talon. She whimpered very quietly and felt around the opening of Kall�s sheath, the delicate yellow scales giving way to pink flesh inside. Her other paw cupped his sac; it was smaller than Anjel�s, but she couldn�t hold it all in one paw, so she just massaged the best she could. Her stroking paused as the talon between her legs was replaced with a nuzzling muzzle, edging her legs farther apart. There was a hot breath suddenly blown into her sex and she lifted her hips reflexively, but continued with the massage. The organ had begun to slip out of Kall�s sheath, and she pulled down on the thin protective skin there to urge it on.
�Bring me Nigh,� broke a voice through the silence. The golden dragon was asking for someone. �She is in the courtyard. Quickly, now.� One of the dragons behind Kall left the room. Kall�s talons found her paws and pulled them away, then lifted her chin and angled his organ so that it was pointed at her nose. Wordlessly, Akio opened her jaws and slithered her tongue around the pink skin, taking little more than the head into her mouth. She sucked, her tongue squeezing gently, and the yellow dragon moaned, a talon stroking her ears. Akio noticed the blue-violet colored dragoness who was talking to Anjel enter the room, unclothed. The dragon who brought her in pushed her almost roughly, and she made her way towards the golden dragon.
�Yes, Lord Falqon?� she inquired meekly. Akio struggled to listen as she continued lapping at the organ in her mouth. The golden dragon said something that she couldn�t understand, and Nigh placed a light talon on Akio�s hip. �This one is chaste,� she said softly. �The Ghost informed me such.� There was a pause, and Akio guessed that Falqon was talking, however quietly. �Yes, my Lord,� said the dragoness, then the warmth between Akio�s legs was gone, but only for a moment. The table creaked with movement.
The yellow dragon had begun a rhythm of his own, pushing himself deep into her mouth, spreading her jaws wider and pushing her tongue against the back of her throat. She almost gagged with every thrust, and was afraid she might bite him. His hold on her ears had grown tighter, and just as his movements began to grow erratic, she felt a long, thin, warm thing tickling at her sex and she gasped, pulling her head back rapidly. The yellow dragon growled and grabbed her jaw with one talon, squeezing it roughly. �Keep going,� he snarled. �Nevermind what�s going on down there, you�ll see soon enough.� Akio obediently took the throbbing organ back into her mouth and worked complimentary to his motions. She felt his skin throb and grow warmer before the liquid forced itself down her throat and over her tongue, his talons again pulling aggressively on her ears�it tasted awful, but she knew better than to pull back. She swallowed, telling herself that she would not retch.
Finally, Kall released her ears and stepped back, lacing up his breeches as he walked away without saying a word to her. �Eh, I�d have to say that I prefer a hot dragon�s muzzle to bitches� any day,� he commented to the other dragons. Akio reminded herself that she shouldn�t retaliate�
�and the warmth returned between her legs. She yelped and turned her head, not moving her body at all. She saw Nigh, the blue-violet dragoness, lying on her back with her head between Akio�s legs. Falqon was sucking relentlessly at one of her breasts, his talon kneading the other. His organ was swollen and throbbing against Nigh�s upraised leg. He glanced up when Akio looked at them and smiled, a small plume of bright red flame escaping a nostril. She looked back, her ears warming with a blush. The golden dragon muttered something to Nigh, and the tongue slid over her swelling slit again. Akio whimpered softly, not sure how to react. The other dragons were watching the three on the table as if they were some sort of spectacle; most were openly masturbating. The moment that Nigh slid her tongue into Akio�s sex and probed at her virginity, the audience was forgotten. The wolf leaned back and pinned her ears, woofing softly. The dragoness�s tongue pulled out and flicked over the warm lips, tapping her clitoris a few times and emitting a few startled yips from Akio. She felt the tension building, the passion almost ready to explode when, without warning, Nigh pulled back. Akio turned her head and saw her sitting on the edge of the table, running her black tongue over her scaly lips. The dragoness wasn�t looking at her; instead, she was listening to Falqon. The golden dragon was giving her orders.
Fluttering sapphire eyes at Akio, the dragoness hopped off the table and took the wolf�s paw. Akio climbed down.
�Come with me, Agape,� she churred, smiling. The white wolf followed her uncertainly.
Up a flight of winding stairs, through a wooden door. The room was huge and very warm, a green fire burning in the fireplace gave the only light. The bed was made of cherry with an excessive amount of pillows and blankets, every shade of green. The floor was hardwood, but covered with an intricately sewn rug with pictures of dragons making love. Akio blushed and looked away when she noticed this, and Nigh giggled.
�This is our Lord Falqon�s bedchamber,� explained the dragoness, leaning seductively on the tall banister at the foot of the bed. �He has required that I keep you here and clean you until his return tonight.�
Akio thought of asking why, but she deterred. �What is the moon?� she asked instead.
At this, Nigh�s sapphire eyes grew wide. �Are you a werewolf?�
The wolf nodded, lowering her gaze. �I may bring harm, if not properly restrained.�
�Wow, a real, living lycanthrope�� Nigh walked closer, sniffing at Akio�s ears and face. She wasn�t much taller than the wolf, but she was still a dragon. She stood very still. �Servants such as I aren�t usually allowed so close to the weres. The moon will not be full for another three days,� she said softly. �You�re safe. And gods know, we have enough restraints.�
�Yes,� Akio smiled.
Night fell. The dragoness gave Akio a bath; and though she had to clean herself and the water wasn�t like Anjel�s earth-warmed pool, she was happy to feel clean. She was still in almost painful need of a male, but knew better than to pleasure herself. She hoped that Lord Falqon was going to use her tonight, though she was nervous. It was her first year in Heat, and she had never been bred before.
Akio was given an ample amount of pillows to sleep on, and curled up near the fire. It seemed that dragon�s fire lasted longer than nature�s flame, and for that she was thankful.
It had to be close to midnight when she woke, a dragon�s talon resting on her thigh. It was dark; apparently the fire had gone out. The dragon�s scent was very strong and very familiar; she assumed it was Falqon.
�My Lord,� she whispered, for fear of waking Nigh. �How may I be of service?�
�Kiss me, Akio,� the dragon said softly, and Akio�s heart jumped. A warm pink flame jumped nearby, and Akio climbed into Anjel�s lap, kissing his open muzzle.
The white dragon was unclothed, his sheath bulging against Akio�s legs. He broke the kiss and tossed a flame towards the fireplace, and the logs there caught fire. Akio smiled and looked up to him, her tail wagging furiously. Anjel met her eyes with his.
�Falqon is a friend of mine,� the dragon whispered, rubbing his muzzle against her cheek. �I was lucky that he would be the one to find you, and I have Nigh to thank for telling him that I brought you.�
Akio nodded softly. She felt that she should not speak without being asked to, so remained silent. Anjel was staring at her lustfully. He raised a talon, whispering her name a little louder, and stroked her ear and cheek, the filed claws tracing down her neck and arm, touching and lifting her paw. He placed it over the opening of his sheath, never moving his gaze from her. The head of his organ was pressing warmly, wetly against the pads of her paw, struggling to break free. The wolf blushed intensely and tried to pull her paw away, but Anjel�s talon held it firmly.
�I want you to touch me,� he said softly, churring and nuzzling her ears. His talon released her paw, and she held it there, unsure of what exactly to do.
�My Lor��
�Akio,� he interjected, still as quietly as before. �I am not a Lord, only a messenger. Do not call me such.�
�What would you have me call you?� she asked, lowering her head slightly. Anjel brought it up again with a talon.
�I am your Master, as long as Falqon will permit. Call me that, my little rose.�
�As you wish, my Master.�
He churred again, and the organ within his sheath pressed against her paw. �Now�� Anjel leaned forward, whispering in her ear. �Touch me, my pet� do whatever you wish� it is your touch I thirst for.�
Akio lifted her paw, looking down. The opening of his sheath was stretched wide, the organ inside pushing through. She put her paws around the sheath and pulled the thin skin down, and Anjel grunted and moaned softly as the head popped out. The wolf ran her fingerpads over the tiny opening on the top of the organ and they came away wet. She looked questioningly to Anjel, but the dragon only smiled at her, a talon idly stroking her ears. Looking down again, she noticed that the organ had continued its growth and was almost a foot in length. She only stared in awe of the size, but reminded herself that he was a dragon, and dragons were generally much larger than furs. Akio put her paws on opposite sides of the organ, digits overlapping a bit, and moved her paws slowly upwards. Anjel�s churring grew louder, the dragon�s muzzle pressing against her cheek.
The white wolf continued moving her paws up and down, applying a bit of pressure now and again, until Anjel put his talon lightly over hers. She raised her gaze to him and he smiled, his eyes like liquid pools of amber. �I don�t want to get you messy,� he said softly. �You won�t be bathed again until tomorrow evening.�
Akio lowered her eyes, looking down. Anjel�s organ was pounding against her paws, a bit of clear liquid seeping from the hole on top. She leaned down and licked it off. The dragon groaned, pulling her head up almost roughly. �Akio, don�t,� he said patiently. �We can�t mate�Falqon has entered you in the Games� you�re to be used there. I don�t think I can take� without�� The wolf lowered her head again and opened her jaws, her pink tongue welcoming the hot flesh into her mouth. Anjel didn�t object further.
The white dragon�s organ was significantly larger than Kall�s, and Akio�s jaws ached as she pressed down, taking as much into her muzzle as she could. She allowed her tongue to press him against the top of her mouth as she moved her head back and forth, ears flattening and eyes closing, her paws on his thighs for balance. Anjel�s muscles tightened under her paws and he hissed softly, a talon rested on the top of her head gently, and several strong, warm spurts forced their way down her throat. Akio swallowed spasmodically, her tongue hugging against his organ until he lifted her head gently.
His pink tongue opened her mouth now, his muzzle pressing urgently against hers. He broke the kiss with two quick ones, then gazed into her eyes.
�If only you were a dragon,� he whispered.
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