Anon grunted, as he shuffled towards the cafeteria. Meandering down the hallway, waving hello to the few students he encountered, the man continued on his path. One of the perks of working and residing in the School of Friendship was having access to the campus eatery; sure, he still had to spend money, but he never had to go far for a surprisingly high quality meal.

With thoughts of pancakes and heaps of hay bacon drifting through his head, he wandered towards the dining area. His stomach angrily blurbled, spurring him to pick up the pace. Stars above, even though he’d had a full day to recover from his “date” with Ocellus, he still felt drained.

A few days ago, in a desperate bid to end the seemingly endless tide of bedroom eyes and innuendo from several of the students, Anon had approached Twilight Sparkle for aid. He wasn’t at all surprised that the purple pony princess had a prurient plan prepared for his peculiar problem. As a solution, the alicorn had produced a contract for all of his would-be paramours, giving each of them a single date with the man.

After every participant got a swing at the bipedal janitor, being granted an entire twenty four hour span with the man, in an attempt to woo him, allowing him to choose a suitor from amongst them. Should they fail, they’d agreed to leave him be, ceasing their advances. Ocellus, Smolder, Silverstream, Yona, and even Gallus had agreed to the terms well beforehand, and Anon couldn’t sign the infernal documents quickly enough. Before the ink had dried, Anon had been informed that his first date would be the following day.

Ocellus was the first to have a go at him, bringing him to her homeland to visit her swarm. The trip had been remarkably casual and informative, since he’d never had many dealings with changelings before, though things inevitably taken an unfortunate turn. As their day drew to a close, he found himself in a very precarious situation.

Employing a duo from her hive, each disguised as herself, Ocellus had laid the most fiendish trap Anon had ever seen. Caught unawares, accosted by three lusty love bugs, the man valiantly defeated them, one by one, until only he and the original changeling remained. As fate would have it, he persevered, but not before being drained dry.

Spending the night with her, as well as her two copies, Anon and Ocellus savored their time together. The following morning, after having been whisked back to the School, he was given a day to recuperate and nurse himself back to health. Despite having been given time to recover, the protracted effects of the threesome weighed upon him - thus, he’d chosen to begin his day with a hearty meal.

Rounding a corner, desperate to get some caffeine into himself, Anon nearly ran smack into a runtish gamboge figure. Awkwardly sidestepping, avoiding the relatively small creature, he caught himself on the wall. There was only one student he could think of who sported the unique combination of orange and orchid, so it had to be…

“Anon, good, I was about to go looking for you,” Smolder flatly stated, peering up at the man.

“Morning,” Anon grumbled, apathetically waving at the short dragon. Turning away, he plodded down the hallway, letting his stomach dictate his course.

“H...hey! Where do you think -” the scaley lass’ protest was cut short, as the man held up a hand.

“Breakfast,” he bluntly countered, his pace unwavering.

Really, Anon didn’t mind stopping to chat with the myriad of creatures which haunted the grounds, but he was hungry as hell, so the smalltalk could wait. Marching along, with the scent of baked goods and eggs drawing ever stronger, his mouth began to water. Just as he spied the tables of the open dining hall, something terrifying happened.

A blur of amber zipped past him, accompanied by the sensation of something wrapping around his neck. It wasn’t that it hurt or anything, though it sure as shit startled him. Instinctively, he reached up and caressed throat. His fingers grazed what felt like a leather band that almost seemed like…

Anon gulped, as something gently tugged him backward. Fumbling at the collar which had been swiftly and skillfully latched to him, he looked downward. To his abject shock, he discovered that, not only was he affixed with a leash, but it also had a small metal name tag engraved with the words “Anon, Property of Smolder”.

“Come on, we can get something to eat once we get there,” Smolder grunted, giving his lead a soft yank.

“Where?” Anon blurted, her words jarring him to speak. He had many, many questions which needed to addressed, yet his mind had latched onto the notion of being brought somewhere.

“The Dragon Lands, duh!” the dragon exasperatedly sighed.

“But why are we…” the man’s question died in his throat, as he watched his captor pinch the bridge of her snout. If he was with Ocellus the day before, and was able to rest yesterday, then that meant…

“Because it’s my day with you!” Smolder huffed, stomping one clawed foot to the polished marble. “It’s bad enough that I didn’t get to meet you at your room, so we’re not going to waste any more time.”

Glancing over his shoulder, towards the breakfast which had been robbed from him, Anon deflated. “Fine, but you promised you’ll get me something to eat,” he lamented, stepping closer to his pint-sized privateer.

“Yeah yeah, there’ll be plenty of snacks,” she responded, turning and leading him towards Twilight’s office.

“We teleporting there?” Anon asked, stomping along behind her. Mercifully, there weren’t that many students up and about, sparing him the potential ridicule of being tethered to the dragoness.

“Mmmhmm,” Smolder hummed, blissfully pulling her captive along. There was no way in Tartarus something as trivial as a morning meal was going to delay her plans; not no way, not no how. Besides, they’d have plenty of time to grab a bite in her homelands. After all, it wasn’t like she’d let the poor guy go hungry, especially given everything she had in store for him.

Trailing along, wondering what schemes Smolder had devised for him, Anon sighed. As with Ocellus and the changelings, he’d only had a scant few interactions with dragons; Spike and Smolder were two of the only reptilian creatures he’d spoken with, so his knowledge of their culture and practices was sorely lacking. As his eyes wandered down the leash attached to himself, towards the clawed hand holding its other end, he couldn’t help but ask…

“So what’s with the collar and stuff?” Anon inquired, knitting his brow in consternation.

“Easy, that’s just so you don’t get claimed by any of the other dragons,” Smolder glibly replied, without skipping a beat.

“Wait, you guys seriously claim other creatures as pets?” he muttered, feeling a bead of sweat form on his forehead.

“Not really, no, but you’re not exactly a normal creature. For all I know, they might view you as an alien,” she explained, grinning over her shoulder. “Which is funny, because that’s kind of what you are.”

Anon raised a finger to object, but he caught himself. As much as he hated to admit it, she was right. Yeah, being led around like a dog might be slightly demeaning, though it would beat being snatched up by some hulking scaled behemoth. Besides, he just had to look at the bright side of things.

From what Smolder, Spike, and Twilight had told him, the Dragon Lands weren’t all that hospitable. Beyond the domineering reptiles which called the place home, there were supposedly lakes of lava, choking clouds of smoke, and plenty of harsh terrain. In short, being lashed to a guide may not be a bad idea, so he resigned himself to stay quiet.

“Twilight! I got him all ready for the trip, you can send us now,” Smolder loudly announced, approaching the headmare’s office.

Trotting out to greet them, presumably having heard her student’s call, Twilight paused. The alicorn looked him over, inspecting Anon from head to toe, almost as if she was appraising him for his journey. Now, it may have been his imagination, but he could swear he saw her shiver slightly, as her gaze settled upon his collar and leash.

The alicorn had a funny look in her eyes; not a funny “haha” look, but something smacking of unhealthy interest and licentious fascination. As disconcerting as that was, she was also gnawing her lower lip, as if the sight of him being led around pleased her in some unfathomable fashion. Ultimately, after an uncomfortable silence, the Princess turned her attention to Smolder.

“Alright, since everything seems in order, I’ll be there tomorrow morning for your return trip,” Twilight cheerfully stated.

Stepping closer to her draconic pupil, the mare whispered something, although Anon couldn’t make out what it was. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, the Princess was up to something, but be damned if he knew what it was. Whatever she’d said caused Smolder to resignedly sigh and nod. Before he could say anything, Twilight looked squarely at him.

“Just in case Smolder hasn’t mentioned it, dragons can be rather, shall we say, possessive. It would be in your best interest to do as she says and stick close to her,” the alicorn instructed, her tone taking a strikingly serious note. “I’d hate for you to cause some sort of incident,” she ominously added.

“Right,” Anon gulped, assuming her prior mutterings to Smolder had been some sort of warning.

“Just be careful and try to have fun,” Twilight murmured, her expression softening. As the janitor stepped closer to his diminutive chaperone, her horn went alight.

“God I hate this -” Anon’s gripe cut off, as he was instantaneously transported away.

He still didn’t quite understand how teleportation magic worked, although he was acquainted with the effects. A flash of light, a rush of displaced air, and a sensation of intense vertigo always accompanied the event. Regardless of how the sorcery bent the laws of physics, it was a contemptibly quick way to travel.

Blinking away the spots in his vision, doing his best to stave off the dizziness, Anon looked around. Standing at the foot of a small mountain, a harsh, jagged landscape greeted him, with nothing but rough crags and uneven, rocky scenery in every direction. The sky was shrouded in clouds, though they were just thin enough to let the sunlight through to the land. Though he’d just arrived, the region certainly did give off an inhospitable vibe.

“So this is where you’re from, huh?” Anon asked, taken aback by just how desolate the land was. Unlike the changeling’s home, lush with vegetation and greenery, the Dragon Lands seemed like a blasted hellscape. The fact that they could survive and establish a society in such a forlorn place was astonishing.

“Yup, right in the hatching grounds over there,” Smolder answered, pointing towards an outcropping a few hundred yards away. “I’ll show you around, after I introduce you to Dragon Lord Ember,” she continued, strolling up the slope.

Anon pursued, taking stock of his surroundings. Beyond a lack of any flora, barring the odd weed or sickly bush, he hadn’t seen any animal life - which begged a question. For a place called the Dragon Lands, there wasn’t a single scaley denizen to be seen, with the exception of his guide.

“Halt trespasser!” a voice bellowed from above, causing Anon and Smolder to peer skyward.

A blue meteor rocketed towards them, slamming into the earth a few feet before the pair of travelers. Smolder stood impassively, watching the display as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, yet Anon took a step back. Kneeling with one fist to the ground, like some cliché superhero, a pair of scarlet eyes bored into the man.

Slowly, the figure stood, rising to full height. Whoever they were, they were a head and shoulders taller than Smolder. Cyan and turquoise, the dragon had a set of low slung, curled horns. Anon raised his hands in surrender, as the stranger leveled a violet gemstone staff at him. While he was far from an expert with magical weaponry, the giant gleaming ruby at the scepter’s tip smacked of arcane power.

“What brings you to our lands, man thing,” she hissed - at least, Anon presumed it was a she, given her timber.

“Quit giving him a hard time, Ember!” Smolder grumbled.

Anon watched, as the second dragon’s stoney expression faltered; her scowl gave way to a smirk, then a lighthearted giggle. As she lowered her staff, so too did his hands sink to his sides. “So you’re…”

“Ember,” the Dragon Lord greeted, walking forward and extending a hand. “And that would make you…”

“Anon. It’s nice to meet you,” he replied, giving her clawed appendage a shake. “You really had me going there, I gotta admit,” he weakly chuckled, feeling his tense muscles begin to loosen.

“Couldn’t help myself,” Ember laughed, shaking her head. “It’s been so boring around here without anyone else around.”

“Wait, where is everyone?” Smolder asked, raising an eyebrow and drawing the elder dragon’s attention.

“Out gathering provisions for the fall,” Ember flippantly replied, shrugged dismissively. Glancing down at Smolder, seeing her deflate slightly, she quickly raised a hand. “But I’m sure you can show Anon a good time without anyone else!” she hastily added.

“And do what? It’s not like there’s much to do here anyways,” Smolder grunted, kicking a rock in frustrated exasperation.

“I’m sure there’s plenty to do,” Anon chimed in, kneeling by her side.

“Whatever. Come on, I guess I’ll give you a tour of the rocks and other rocks then,” Smolder murmured, plodding away.

Realizing the student’s plans had been derailed, Anon glared up at Ember. Ruler or not, she’d fucked up and she needed to do something to make amends. This was supposed to be a special day for Smolder, an event she’d likely plotted out for weeks, so he’d have to do something from letting it be ruined.

Sure, it may have been part of a desperate bid to win his heart, but that didn’t mean he’d stand for someone hurting his friend’s feelings. Standing, turning to follow his escort, he nodded to Ember, hoping she would take the hint. Even without the blue reptile’s help, he’d do what he could to salvage their date.

“I...I’ll tag along too. If...if that’s alright,” Ember stammered, scampering after them.

Smolder had told her about their impending visit, although she’d neglected to mention the need for anyone else to be present. Honestly, she’d simply given her blessing and forgotten about it. Still, in spite of there being any clear blame, she felt compelled to do what she could to help.

“That’s fine, I guess,” Smolder grunted, halfheartedly tugging Anon along.

True to her word, she ascended the mountain, only slowing to point out various landmarks. Truth be told, there wasn’t that much to show. Dragons lived relatively isolated lives, with many only returning to their homeland to spawn or if summoned by their ruler. Even though Anon kept asking her questions about her home, she grew more disheartened with every passing minute.

Anon was at a loss. Whereas the changelings’ hive was full of life, populated by cheerful skittle bugs, the Dragon Lands were barren and empty. As they continued along, he felt himself growing melancholy. It was clear that Smolder was pretty down about something, though he couldn’t put his finger on whatever it was. Plodding along, desperately trying to think of some way to cheer her up, they approached a caldera.

“And here’s the Dragon Lord’s throne,” Smolder apathetically stated, waving at a large, rocky dais in the center of a crater-like depression. Dropping Anon’s leash, she seated herself against a rock. “Feel free to bask in the glory of the Dragon empire, since we’re stuck here until tomorrow…”

“Smolder, exactly what did you have planned?” Ember murmured, squatting down beside the glum lass. “You know our home isn’t exactly a tourist destination.”

“Doesn’t matter, it’s stupid anyways,” Smolder mumbled, resting her face in her hands.

In all the time Anon had known Smolder, he’d never seen her in such a state. Normally, she was energetic and snarky, though she seemed positively depressed. Date or not, he could bring himself not to act. Seating himself beside her, he gently patted her shoulder.

“Whatever it was, I’m sure it wasn’t stupid. Are you sure there’s nothing we can do?” he whispered.

“No! I...I just wanted to impress you, show everyone how…” Smolder sniffled, her eyes beginning to water. “How well I would have cared for you…”

Without a word, Anon wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into an embrace. “Smolder, you don’t have to impress me,” he sighed, holding her to himself, “because you’re already the coolest dragon I know.”

“I mean, I’m impressed!” Ember interjected. “The fact that you could capture such a large and powerful creature is awesome - though I shouldn’t be surprised, considering you are a dragon.”

“Really?” Smolder questioned, incredulously peering up at the Dragon Lord.

“Totally! I’m not sure if I could have restrained him, yet here you are walking him around like a pet! In fact,” Ember began, steadily getting to her feet, “I think you deserve some sort of reward for your accomplishment.”

“A...a reward?” Smolder parroted, her sorrow giving way to hopeful curiosity.

“Yup. Since we’re the only ones here for the day, I think you’ve earned the right to have this for the afternoon,” the ruler stated, deftly flipping her scepter and presenting it to the youthful dragon.

Smolder’s eyes went alight, as she gazed upon the proffered staff. Since time immemorial, whomsoever wielded the artifact was the Dragon Lord. Ember had won it in a competition, after her father’s abdication, and been crowned the leader of her people. The fact that she’d be offered such an honor, if even for a short time, was unprecedented. Shrugging off Anon’s arm, she stood and faced Ember.

“Y...you really mean it?” she asked.

“Absolutely, Dragon Lord,” Ember responded, sinking to one knee and offering the relic.

“This is so cool!” Smolder quietly exclaimed, reverently taking the staff in her claw.

The unexpected turn of events eclipsed her discontent several times over, given that she was one of a very exclusive few to ever wield the scepter. Yeah, her date may have been off to a rough start, but there’s no way Anon wouldn’t be amazed with her! She was the Dragon Lord, her word was law, and she was the ruler of their entire people!

“So, what’s your first order of business?” Anon inquired, getting to his feet. He couldn’t help but smile, as she beamed up at him. Improvised or not, he owed Ember a pat on the back for her idea.

“Well, since I’m the Dragon Lord now, how about I give that throne a shot,” Smolder mused, her eyes drifting to the large stone chair. It hadn’t always been there, since Ember’s predecessor was the size of a small mountain, though it was installed after her ascension.

“Sounds like a plan, Boss,” Anon affirmed. Giving his guide a bow, he swept his arms towards the aforementioned seat of power.

Smolder practically bolted towards the dais, but she restrained herself. As the temporary sovereign of her people, it would be rather uncouth to act so excited - as such, she gracefully sauntered up the hill, towards her throne. It took her mere moments to reach her destination, leaving her to stare in open awe at the grand chair. Clamoring up, as gracefully as possible, she seated herself.

“How’s the view up there, Dragon Lord Smolder?” Ember chuckled, stopping a few feet away.

“It’s amazing,” Smolder muttered, scanning the caldera.

It was, quite literally, a position of power, allowing her to see outward in almost every direction. Finally, after taking in the sights, her gaze settled upon Anon. The man looked genuinely happy for her, standing there with his hands in his pockets, but there was a problem. Her eyes crept down, noticing his leash trailing along the ground.

Glancing downward, following the small dragon’s line of sight, Anon picked up the tether; honestly, he’d forgotten it was even attached. Without a need for it or the name tag, since he, Ember, and Smolder were the only ones present, he moved his hands upward to release the clasp. Just as his fingers brushed against the leather band about his neck, he saw Smolder stand.

“Wait!” she shouted, jumping to her feet. Something about this didn’t seem right. Why would Ember make her the Dragon Lord? Moreover, was it a simple coincidence that everyone else was mysteriously absent on her visit? As her eyes darted to the older female, she squinted. “Come over here for a second, Anon…”

Glancing between the two dragonesses, he couldn’t help but feel like something was amiss. Smolder’s tone had taken a cold, almost biting edge, and there was something off about the way she was damn near leering at Ember. Still, he didn’t want to ruin his friend’s day, so he walked over to her and handed her the still-attached leash.

“Thank you Anon,” Smolder sighed, wrapping the end of the tether around her clawed appendage. Easing herself down, resuming her seated position, she reclined against the back of the throne. Kicking her feet out, she rested her chin on her free hand. “There...Much better,” she contentedly noted, splaying her legs slightly and allowing the warm breeze to wash over her.

Awkwardly standing there, attempting not to look at the girl’s crotch, Anon shifted in place. Positioned as she was, Smolder’s groin was left painfully bare. The golden scales of her underbelly gave way to a succulent, meaty mount of flesh, with a delicate slit splitting its center; below it sat a taut little hole, just above her thick, muscular tail. As inviting as the view was, he realized it was neither the time nor the place to appreciate such things.

“Anon, I just realized something…” Smolder hummed, drawing the man’s attention upward. “Since you haven’t had breakfast,” she continued, running a clawed digit down her abdomen, “how about you help yourself to some breakfast.” As she concluded, her fingers wandered to over her sex.

Anon swallowed hard, as the girl spread her lower lips. Her interior, a bright pink, was strikingly contrasted with her orange hide; furthermore, she actually appeared to be a little worked up, considering how moist she looked. His loins stirred at the sight, like a mongrel sensing an impending meal, leaving him to silently curse.

“Alright, I think that’s enough for now,” Ember nervously laughed, drawing her guests’ attention. She couldn’t say what had gotten into Smolder, for making such a brazen and scandalous insinuation, but it needed to stop.

“No, I don’t think it is enough!” Smolder shot back, noting her fellow dragon’s blushing cheeks. “You sent everyone else away so you could steal Anon from me!” she brazenly asserted.

“What?!” Anon and Ember coughed in unison, each stricken by the accusation.

“You heard me…” Smolder growled, glowering at her senior.

“No! That was just a coincidence!” Ember objected, taken aback by the allegation.

“If it was a coincidence, why are you blushing?” Smolder sneered, grinning wryly at her fellow dragoness..

“I...I…” Ember sputtered, fidgeting nervously.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought…” Smolder hissed. “You can sit there and watch my glorious man service me. Now, as for you,” she purred, pulling on the lead connecting her to Anon, “how about you dig in.”

Stuck between a rock and a hard place, not to mention painfully aroused by the commanding side Smolder had taken, Anon felt himself harden. There was only one other creature present, and he had been caught getting his brains fucked out by Yona, so getting watched by a single dragon couldn’t be that bad - could it? Taking a step forward, towards the reigning Dragon Lord, he slowly knelt.

Getting to his knees, shuffling towards his tiny host, Anon approached the throne. Smolder gazed down at him, with a smug, almost condescending grin on her face. Glancing over, noting Ember standing a dozen paces away, he almost felt bad; the cyan dragoness almost looked a little jealous - well, that, or possibly slightly unsettled. As he leaned in, noting the odd expression on the deposed ruler fixed him with, he felt fingers wrapping around the back of his head.

Pulling Anon into her groin, Smolder sighed. “Yeah, really get in there,” she groaned, as he began to kiss and lick her snatch. Though he may have lacked the oral dexterity of a dragon, the warm, thick man tongue of his was certainly pleasing. Noticing movement, she peered to her side “Don’t you wish this was you?” she snickered, savoring the sensations of her lover’s mouth.

She shuddered, as he fixated on her clit. While she hadn’t received oral from anyone other than Anon, she couldn’t imagine anything surpassing his technique. The way his tongue glided between her lower lips, occasionally probing into her depths, was exquisite. Truly, it was treatment fitting of an empress.

Ember’s jaw flapped uselessly, while she watched the student get eaten out on her throne. What had started as a kind gesture to salvage Smolder’s date had somehow ended with audacious accusations and ostentatious oral. Despite the insanity of it all, she had to admit, it was kind of hot.

Resting his hands on Smolder’s thighs, massaging the creamy inner flesh of her legs, Anon’s set himself to task. Spicy, sour, and just a bit sweet, her flavors washed over his taste buds. Feeling her drawing him in, with her claws on the back of his head, only served to heighten his arousal.

There was something magical about being commanded by someone so much smaller than himself. If he’d wanted to, he could have easily stopped or declined her order outright, but that wasn’t the case. The tugging on his collar, her contented hums and heavy breaths, her velvety interior caressing his lips, it was all too much to bear.

Shifting slightly, Anon moved one hand to his pants, where he started fiddling with his zipper. He wasn’t so hard that it hurt - yet - but it was quickly becoming uncomfortable. Reaching inside the garment, grasping his length, he pulled it free and began idly stroking himself. A gasp caused him to pause, just as a gentle laughter filled his ears.

“You like it?” Smolder asked, smirking at Ember.

Ember remained silent, as her she ogled the man’s tool; it was comparable in size to a dragons - titan sized wyrms notwithstanding - but it lacked any ridges or heavy grooves. Like a spear of flesh, with a scant few veins tracing its length, it had a gently rounded head. She could only presume what it would feel like, though it certainly appeared more than compatible with a female dragon’s sex.

“Up,” Smolder ordered, softly patting Anon’s cheek. The way Ember was looking at him, virtually drooling, left little room for doubt in her mind to the elder dragon’s intentions. “I won’t let you have him, but you can bear witness to him taking me,” she laughed. Setting the scepter beside the throne, resting it on the seat’s arm, she glanced up the janitor. Wrapping the leash around her wrist, she leaned back and spread her legs, taking one ankle in each hand. “How about we give her a show…” she cooed, licking her lips at the man.

Smolder’s presentation was one which could make a whore blush. There she was, atop the seat of power, shamelessly begging to be taken in front of the supplanted Dragon Lord. It was absurd! It was obscene! But most of all, it was the most painfully hot thing Anon had seen in ages. It was bad enough that the sight was captivating as all get-out, but there was another factor at play.

Technically, Smolder was royalty, since she’d been crowned as the ruler for a day, and she had given him an order. Anon could easily claim that he was avoiding an international incident, if anyone ever questioned his actions. Besides, how many people could say they’d plowed a ruler before? Stepping to the throne, undoing his pants, he let the garments fall from his waist.

As Anon ran the tip of his manhood up and down her slit, teasing her entrance, Smolder’s heart raced. She’d waited so long to have another taste of him that she’d grown uncertain she’d ever get another chance, yet there she was, atop a throne, about to get rutted by her would-be paramour. Even if there had been a hundred dragons present, in that moment, she wished for nothing more than to be railed out by her lovely janitor.

A shiver went up Anon’s spine, as the sublime warmth and moisture of Smolder’s sex struck him. Amongst the students he’d bedded, she had the highest natural body heat, and her scaled hide was frightfully charming. Taking a breath, trying not to come off as too enthusiastic, he steadily drove his hips forward.

Smolder’s toes curled, her tail lazily thrashed back and forth, and a trembling sigh escaped her, when she was penetrated. It wasn’t like she’d seen that many dicks before, but Anon’s seemed just right; not too fat, not too long, but perfectly shaped to please her. Sliding forward in her chair, driving a few more inches of him into herself, she rested her back against the seat beneath her.

With one hand grasping her waist, Anon ran his free palm over her tender belly and chest. Even without bosoms, Smolder had a delicately feminine figure; broad hips, a slender midriff, and tomboyish aesthetic. Gazing down at her, he found himself meeting her aquamarine eyes. Steadily thrusting into her, delving deeper with each plunge, he began to pick up speed.

“Yes,” Smolder hissed, gyrated upon his length, “take me!” She could feel him getting closer and closer to bottoming out. Clamping around his member, milking it on the backstrokes, her body rocked with his movements. Releasing one leg, she began kneading and massaging her clit, magnifying her pleasure.

Watching the girl play with herself only caused Anon to rut her that much harder - that was, until a muted moan drew his attention away. Looking to the side, he noticed Ember a few feet away. It wasn’t the fact that he was being watched that distracted him - no, it was that the dragoness was unabashedly fingering herself.

Squatted down, with her thighs parted, Ember languidly humped into her hand. Her ring and middle claws furiously plunged into herself, while she observed the lewd display unfold. Unbeknownst to Anon or Smolder, she’d always dreamt of being railed out on the throne, so watching something so obscenely hot had pushed her beyond her limit. If the two of them got to have fun out in the open, she saw no reason not to enjoy herself as well.

Oh how she’d been denied! To think, some whelp of a dragon would take her seat and be unabashedly bred on it! It should have been her sitting there, being worshiped and serviced by the strange creature, not some impudent fledgling! Still, there was something infuriatingly arousing about being forced to watch the display. So, with few other options, she finger banged herself to quell her burning desires.

“Harder,” Smolder growled, taking note of Anon’s slowed pace. Peering over, seeing Ember playing with herself, a guttural laugh escaped her.

Simply knowing her rival was getting off to the sight of them going to town was enough to push her closer to the edge. There was an ingrained covetous nature in her kind, so the act of refusing her fellow dragon of such a sinful joy was delicious. Squirming about, clenching her depths around Anon’s magnificent manhood, she mewled like a harlot.

Anon couldn’t figure out what was hotter, plowing a power crazed dragoness or putting on an exhibitionistic show for Ember. Regardless, the blazing, silken depths of Smolder’s cunt were rapturous. Thrusting into her, faster and harder with every passing second, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. Screwing his eyes shut, he did his best to fight off the inevitable.

Gazing up at her mate, noting the cute way his face was scrunched up, something snapped within Smolder. She could feel him throbbing within her, see his heaving chest, hear his barely restrained primal grunts and groans of excitement, and they were all for her. She was so close, so painfully close to release; all she needed was one final, captivating touch.

Moving her hands upward, locking her heels into his hips, she gave her decree. “Claim your Queen!”

Anon immediately acquiesced, upon hearing her mandate. Sliding his hands beneath her, one to the small of her back and the other to the back of her head, he leaned in and brought his lips to hers. Their tongues entwined, as he hilted himself within her. Though his hips fitfully jerked, bucking erratically, he’d reached his limit. Spunk surged through his length, erupting into her depths as he came.

Whimpering into Anon’s mouth, Smolder was rocked by their tandem climax. Her snatch seized around him, gushing her nectar over his balls and upper thighs, but it didn’t matter. The influx of his essence was beyond reproach, forcing her to cry into his mouth. If she was his Queen, he was her knight in shining armor. Though her thighs trembled, threatening to fall limp, she pulled him to herself.

Stifling herself, biting her lip, Ember peaked mere moments after Smolder and Ember. Juices dribbled over her fingers and down her hand, as she came like some common whore. Gritting her teeth, angry that she’d been reduced to such a disgraceful state, she frowned at the happy couple. Steeling herself, swearing vengeance to herself, she shakily pushed herself up.

Clutching Smolder, sharing her breath, was the perfect punctuation for their unplanned escapade. As the crashing waves of euphoria subsided, Anon opened his eyes and peered down at her, just as a blur of blue snatched the scepter from beside the throne. Peering over, caught off guard by the sudden movement, he found Ember standing right beside him.

The dragoness looked painfully aroused, blushing and panting, while she leered at him. Her clawed digits grasping the staff were moist, as were her loins and inner thighs, though that wasn’t what was troubling. More than anything, she appeared to be simultaneously angry and horny, an odd combination, but an alluring one nonetheless. Before Anon could say a word, she grabbed his collar and brought her muzzle to his ear.

“If you choose her, and I pray you do, know that I’ll be enacting primae noctis…” Ember growled, dragging her tongue over his ear.

Anon gulped, painfully aware what she meant. Glancing down at Smolder’s insensate form, he considered himself fortunate that she wasn’t fully conscious; the last thing he needed was to stave off two randy reptiles at the same damn time. Nodding to Ember, feeling his softening manhood twitch at the prospect of yet more regal scaley ass, he scooped up the student and stood.

“Is there anywhere we can get cleaned up?” he demurely asked, wincing as his tool unceremoniously unsheathed itself from his cargo.

“Yes, there’s a hot spring not far from here,” Ember responded, swiftly gathering up his pants. “I’ll escort you there and help you bathe,” she stated, her cheeks going an even darker shade of crimson. “F...for safety reasons, o...of course!”

Sighing to himself, Anon followed the hastily retreating Dragon Lord. They still had most of the day to burn, and he had no earthly idea what they’d end up doing for the rest of it; still, a curious situation had presented itself. If he did choose Smolder as his lover, just how possessive would she be and, additionally, how many other dragonesses would seek to claim him…