
Description
A Vixen's Court: the Lord and Lady of one of the holdings in Ineo toil away putting in a few last-minute, favorable impressions with a neighboring dragon's emissary.
Some narrative (mostly AI generated)
In the grand throne room of the Lord and Lady, the air thrummed with unrestrained desire, a testament to a kingdom ruled by lust. Tapestries lined the walls, their threads weaving centuries of debauchery—humans, beastkin, and creatures entangled in orgies, their stitched eyes seeming to watch the revelry unfolding below. The musky scent of sex coiled through the space, thick and intoxicating, mingling with the symphony of moans, gasps, and wet flesh echoing off the high ceiling.
Atop a raised dais, the Lady lounged on a throne, its cushions bearing the marks of countless trysts. The vixen's fur burned like molten copper under the window's blooming light while reclined with predatory grace, legs splayed to reveal her vulpine pussy—slick with arousal and streaked warm cum. Her blue eyes glittered with wicked delight, surveying the room like a ruler of debauchery. Rivulets of fresh cum rolled down her furry thigh, catching the light like a pearl, a trophy of the morning's indulgences.
Beside her sat the Lord, a human of sturdy, masculine build whom she took on as her lover some few years ago. Straddling him was a perky kobold female—one of the emissaries—her vibrant orange scales a fiery contrast to his human skin. She rode him with ferocious zeal, her slick, reptilian slit stretched wide around his thick shaft. Her claws, sharp yet careful, dug into his shoulders, threatening to puncture the fabric as she claimed him. The wet sounds of their coupling—scale meeting skin—filled the air, punctuated by his guttural grunts and her sharp, feminine yips. With each thrust, creamy rivulets leaked from her overstuffed pussy, tracing paths down her scales and pooling on the throne below.
As the kobold rode him with increasing fervor, the Lord gripped her scaly hips, his jaw tight with lust. "Fates, you're a tight one," he growled, his voice thick with pleasure.
The kobold yipped in response, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Humans always say that," she teased as her tail whipped about behind her.
Flanking the Crown were two naga guards, their serpentine bodies coiled in silent vigil, halberds gleaming like extensions of their predatory grace. To the Lord's left, the red-scaled naga stood as a monument to excess, her skimpy plate armor clinging to her lithe form. Her loincloth lay discarded, and from her snake pussy poured a steady stream of semen, pooling on the floor in a shimmering puddle—a badge of her conquests. Her scales glistened with moisture, and her hood flared slightly, a sign of her lingering arousal. Less than an hour ago, the full length of the Lord's cock had once again been lodged within her pussy, like routine every day, throughout the day, for one in her position.
Across the room, her black-scaled counterpart gleamed like obsidian kissed by blood, red patterns pulsing with every shift, a living invitation to the depraved. Her loincloth clung damply to her hips, soaked with the cum brimming from her pussy, evidence of the countless human lovers she'd taken. Her hood flared slightly, her eyes sharp as they roamed the room, her tail twitching with restless energy—a predator poised to strike.
As the kobold's cries reached a fevered crescendo, the throne room doors groaned open, admitting a human messenger. Young and lean, he carried himself with the swagger of someone familiar with the court's degeneracy, his trousers already tightening at the sight. His eyes widened briefly at the chaos—the kobold's frantic riding, the nagas' leaking fluids, the Lady's exposed sex—but he steeled himself, striding forward. "My Lady," he began, voice steady despite the scene, "Her Eminence, Velmira of The Wyrmlen Accord, has arrived."
The Lady tilted her head. "Has she now?" she purred, her voice a sultry caress. She glanced at her husband, still buried in the kobold's relentless rhythm. "Nearly done treating the emissary, darling?"
The Lord groaned, hips bucking upward as the kobold clenched around him, his cock throbbing with the promise of release. "Ah, no need to rush things..."
The Lady chuckled, her fingers teasing her slick folds as she watched with delight. "Very well," she said. "Bring our dragoness friend in to enjoy the spectacle." Her eyes sparkled with mischief, already imagining the chaos Velmira's presence would unleash.
As the messenger bowed and turned, the black naga's tail stubbornly tightened around his calf, her hood flaring with excitement. The Lady caught the movement, her chuckle low and rich. "Go ahead, indulge," she urged the naga, tone dripping with encouragement. "A quick romp, but be swift—Velmira's waiting."
With viper-like speed, the naga lunged, her powerful tail yanking his trousers down in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, already hard and throbbing, a testament to his familiarity with the court's ways. A knowing grin spread across his face, his eyes locking with hers. She wasted no time, her serpentine lower body coiling around his legs, immobilizing him as she positioned herself. Her vagina, nestled between her scales, parted to engulf his shaft in a single, fluid thrust. Unlike a human's, her inner walls were lined with ridges and muscles that contracted in waves, massaging his length with an intensity that made him gasp. Her hood flared wide, a display of arousal and dominance, as her forked tongue darted out to taste the sweat on his skin. He clutched at her coils, the cool, smooth scales a stark contrast to his heated flesh, surrendering to her control.
"Cum in me, human," the naga hissed in a sibilant desire, scales grinding against his hips. A master of sexual prowess, and keen to obey the Lady's order of swiftness, the snake effortlessly brought this young man to climax in mere moments. With a final, expert contraction, she sent him over the edge—he cried out, cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum began sailing down the length of her deep, fleshy canal, adding to the loads already coating her pink walls.
The sight ignited the room. The Lord, spurred by the display, gripped the kobold's hips with a snarl, thrusting upward with a force that shook the throne. His cock swelled as he climaxed, seed surging into her, spilling out around her stretched slit to add to the slick chaos coating his lap. The kobold yipped in delight, her own orgasm crashing through her, her small body quaking as she collapsed against his chest, scales flushed with heat.
As the two men continued to cum inside their scaly partners, the throne room doors swung wide once more, and in strode Velmira—a white-scaled dragoness of towering grace, though evidently not one to wait. Her wings flexed slightly, stirring the air with a scent of smoke and spice, her presence a storm of power and desire that silenced the room for a heartbeat. Her sharp eyes swept the scene: the kobold dripping with cum, the naga's fresh creampie leaking onto the floor, puddles of semen everywhere. A slow, toothy grin spread across her maw, her tail lashing with anticipation, a predator sizing up a feast. "Well, well," she rumbled, her voice a deep growl that vibrated through the stone. "A kingdom after my own heart. This bodes splendidly for our alliance—I’ll expect the Lord’s personal attention next." Her gaze lingered on him, his cock still twitching inside the kobold, a challenge gleaming in her slit-pupiled eyes.
The Lady chuckled softly, her fingers casually pleasuring herself. "Oh, he’ll oblige," she purred. "We pride ourselves on our hospitality."
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A lot to unpack with this scene in terms of what all is being implied here.
Icedreanigoss
MemberThese rulers are definitely good at diplomacy~
And i really like this narrative part!
weeml
MemberCK3 Diplomacy/Intrigue builds in a nutshell
Dews41
MemberWhat a great rulers who follow the way of "sharing is caring" ;) I do like this story a lot as it added plenty juicy details and context of the scene. I'm kinda jealous of the king and the messanger they can have good time with these gorgeous naga guards every day, non stop almost! The King knows how to earn the loyalty of the naga guards for sure. I appreciate their armor design, it feels unique and fitting their posture. It doesn't limit their movement too. The other characters clothes are also believable and fitting the middle age style.
Men in Mirdia are built different it seems, they have impressive libido by default or they get it over time with beastkins and other anthros. It's quite alluring to me they are indulging in sexual pleasure so openly and casually, a fun kingdom to live in.
I'm looking forward to watching the King giving Velmira personal attention :D Well done!
TerraRaptor
MemberNaga armor is a bit confusing when you start really thinking about it. Because with normal bipeds, all your vitals are nice and conveniently located in one area - your torso/trunk, so it's a reasonable effort to armor it. But with a naga, their vitals are all over the length of their noodle, which would be wildly impractical to armor (plus it would get in the way of their method of locomotion I think?).
That said I'm not going to try and work logic into it too much. It's basically sexy armor for the sake of sexy art in the end lol. Any logic that happens to coincidentally fall into place is a bonus.
Dews41
MemberIf the nagas had very similar anatomy to snakes, then yes. They'd have a lot vital organs across their bodies. It'd limit the movement and locomotion quite a lot with the armor on.
I always treated nagas differently, they have all vital organs like bipeds and depending on where you put anus, you may only deal with digestion organs down the tail. Other than that, the tail would have the spine that can be broken and make the naga no longer be able to move part of the tail below. It would not longer be able to move. There are also standard arteries that could bleed the Naga out, if they were damaged.
Sexy armor that gives easy access to fun time with the gorgeous Danger Noodle, I see as an absolute win haha
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