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Many things were strange in this world, but for winter what the strangest was is when his best friends forgot about him. The thought made him angry especially when Moon chose Qibli over him, then they all just forgot him. I will show them all when they can see what I can do and they will worship me. Winter thought to himself. The years of loneliness wore down on him now he was determined to get everyone to love him whether they had a choice or not.

He stood up when there was a knock on the door, walking to the door took a while because his house was nothing short of a palace half built in the mountain so it didn't look too grand, when he answered he saw Lynx. He looked at the sexy female up and down. Her tits were huge, they were bigger than her head and her ass was very round and plump. When winter finished staring he stepped aside to let her in. As she walked her ass jiggled and Winter stared at it knowing he was going to breed this female damn she is really hot I can't wait to have her as a pocket slut.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Lynx spoke as she turned around "So why did you call me here?" Winter's eyes were drawn to her tits as they swayed slightly; her blue nipples almost captivated him. "Well I'm waiting for someone else then you will find out" Winter didn't want to give anything away just then another knock on the door was heard and winter made sure he had his skyfire so Moon couldn't read his mind and he opened the door and there stood Moon. she was at least a foot shorter her boobs were about half the size compared to Lynx's but due to her smaller size it made them seem more proportionate he stepped aside and let her is and eyes her ass it was that plump but it was round and Winter still found it hot

Once the ladies got settled in they started talking about moons knows what. Winter had to refrain from rolling his eyes several times as he gave them both some tea that he spiked with something. He was about to leave when suddenly Moons started talking about sex. "Yeah I have to admit Qibli is good but he is small I just want someone who can get deeper" Winter hid a smirk when she drank the tea. "Oh I can a imagine but I'm personally a virgin I never had anyone I was into enough expect for one" Winter almost cheered when Lynx drank the tea as well Moon was first her speech slurred then she passed out and Lynx did soon after, their boobs jiggling as they slump to the ground. Winter smirks and starts prepping them.

A little while later Winter watched as the girls slept against their will; they were now tied up: Lynx's arms were above her head and her wrists were bound together and there was a rope going into a hoop on the wall behind her head. There was also a muzzle on her mouth so she could use her frost breath, and her legs were tied to each of the bed's legs and her tail was clamped down my metal on the floor so she couldn't use it. Moon was tied up in a similar way except her bounds were loose as opposed to Lynx's who were tight.

Winter watched aroused by the scene and the females began to stir his enormous 15 inch blue cock came out. Shaped like a spear head and with small nubs going all along it he let out a smirk when Lynx woke up wet and horny and still passive from the tea he gave them. "W-Winter w-what are you doing? where are we?" Lynx asked as she looked around and tried to move, but when she felt the bonds her eyes widened in panic and she started weakly thrashing around until she got tired and lay there panting. With a yawn Moon woke up soon after she stretched and realized she was bound too but she didn't struggle until she saw Lynx with a panicked expression. "Winter what are you doing?! Let us go" she said, trying her best to sound intimidating. Winter just chuckled and stood up and both females gasp at the sight of Winter's throbbing dick and fear took over both of them. "Well the thing is I want to rule all of Phyrria. All I need is a queen." He says with lust in his voice as he looks between both females when Lynx speaks. "Well which one is it going to be?" She asked with a snarl and a growl at this point Winter was smiling ear to ear which was rare.

"Well it's quite simple." He started walking closer to them "Whichever one of you doesn't become a total empty headed slut after I'm through with you" at that statement all the confidence that the girls had left was replaced by fear and lust. Winter smirked and walked up to Moon who shook her head frantically as Winter lined himself up, and tears formed in her eyes "W-Winter p-please don't do this your better than this'' Moon said and Winter almost stopped until he spoke "If I am then where were all of you when I was sitting here alone?" As soon as he finished speaking he slowly thrust his whole cock inside Moon who let out a very loud pained moan, and she let out more as he started thrusting slowly, pulling back till only his tip was in then thrust back inside each time getting a little faster.

Lynx was watching this scene with pure horror and more moans escaped Moon's mouth and more tears rolled down her cheeks. "W-Winter please stop- ahhh~" She was cut off when Winter started going much faster and she moaned loudly as Winter grunted. He started thrust so hard her body started rocking back and forth and her boobs started bouncing. "I don't think you're going to be able to take me. ooks like you're going to be an empty headed slut~" He had to pause and he grunted a bit. "Better get ready because soon you will be addicted to this feeling." Winter added as he sped up more no moon was practically screaming in pure pleasure but the look of sheer horror never left her or Lynx's face who was thinking about that was going to be her soon. It strangely aroused her.

Winter thrusts became sloppier and more sporadic causing moon to panic, knowing what was to come, or rather who was to cum. "Winter don't please I don't want to be a mother" Moon begged hoping to get through to him. Winter just laughed and for Moon it was becoming hard to think especially when Winter grabbed her boobs and started to play with them her body was really loving all the pleasure and her mind was slowly breaking as she continued to moan quite loudly as if she couldn't do anything else. Then suddenly Winter slammed his whole cock inside her sliding his knot in as well and start to pump cum directly into Moon's awaiting womb, and at that point with when Moon broke. her eyes roll back and she arched her back feeling the warm seed pumping into her she said three final things that sealed her fate: "Ahh~ Winter yes~"

Lynx watched the scene as the Nightwing was getting pumped full of cum but what surprised her the most was when Moon's belly began to swell with all the Icewing cum Winter had built up over the years. It continued to swell till Moon's belly was five times bigger than what it was then Winter finally stopped cumming and pull out. he wasn't even panting or tired. "How was that my new slave?" Winter said with a smile and Moon looked back at him with a slutty smile while panting heavily and she rest her talons on the side of her swollen belly after Winter cut her bonds. "It was great my king~" Now Lynx was even more horrified then she got far more nervous and Winter turned to look at her with a lustful smirk. "H-how did you do that to her?" She said not even trying to hide the terror in her voice.

"Well it's quite simple" He started and looked back at Moon. "I bred her so hard her mind became mine watch." He turned back to Moon and cut the rest of her bonds. "Moon I want you to sit up and pinch you nipples." It was like she was in a trance but the smile never left her face as she sat up with some difficulty due to her swollen belly and she started to pinch her nipples. "Do you need anything else your Majesty?" Moon asked look at Winter like he was the best king to ever exist.

Then Winter turned back to Lynx and began walking towards her. She tried to thrash and struggle but it was no use, and for the first time in her life the female Icewing began to cry. Winter was unfazed he was merely focused on getting this Icewing to be his sex loving queen. "Don't worry Lynx soon it will all be over and you will be my queen to rule by my side and service me whenever ask." Winter said as he lined himself up with her pussy. "And don't worry I still have plenty of Icewing seed left for you." Without another word Winter thrust inside Lynx's waiting pussy.

There were no words to describe what Winter felt like inside her. It was like he was splitting her open but at the same time it felt incredibly good and she hated it. Winter began thrusting faster making sure to plunge his whole cock short of the knot in and out of her. Winter could feel she was trying to hide her moans until Winter found her g spot and she started moaning like crazy, encouraging Winter to go faster and harder. His eyes were once again drawn to her big round boobs which were now bouncing back and fourth with each thrust getting faster he grabs both her her boobs and gropes them. Lynx and this point starts losing all sense of rational thinking and is practically screaming with pure pleasure. Winter being extremely encouraged by this thrusts as fast as he can making wet slapping and squelching sound as his knot slides in and out of her with ease. Lynx's mind became foggy, half of it told her she was Winter's sex loving queen and the other told her she was an Icewing warrior. The second kept getting quieter with each thrust then something happened that sealed her fate as Winter's slutty queen.

With a triumphant roar Winter slammed all the way in and start pumping his cold Icewing seed inside Lynx, who squealed in response: "Oh yes my king~ fill me up~" She said as she felt his cold cum rush into her body, and just like Moon, Lynx's belly began to swell with his cum, however Winter didn't stop cumming, instead Lynx felt the cum rush up her throat. Lynx closed her mouth wanting to keep Winter's seed inside her as is filled her mouth it started to leak out of her nose until she couldn't hold it anymore. Winter's seed came bursting out of her mouth when she opened int it cover her chest, leaking all over her boobs and even her swollen belly, then Winter finally stopped and pulled out with a wet pop. Lynx whined when he did so and was even more disappointed when she felt some leak out of her. "how was that my new Queen." Winter asked in between pants, this time he was tired and his cock retreated back into his body.

"Amazing my king I love this now and I can't wait to get more male seed in me from every tribe~" Lynx said with a slutty smile, and Winter cut her bonds and gestured for her to stand up. Lynx did eventually stand with some difficulty she took Winter's hand and stood by his side in front of Moon who has been watching the whole scene with a dazed smile, then something happened that would seal the fate of Phyrria.

Moonwatcher of the Nightwings bowed down to King Winter and Queen Lynx.

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It had been a few days since he claimed Lynx and Moon as his, and it had been wonderful. Lynx had absorbed all of the cum, and Moon still had a small bump on her belly from what was left. Moon's job was awesome, she had to serve her king whenever she could, and she liked sucking him off under his desk while he was working the most. She always felt the need to show off for him, whether it be dancing or bending over. This was her life now and she loved it. Lynx on the other hand was now Winter's queen, and she couldn't believe it. There wasn't a night where they would go to bed without sex, and sometimes they would allow Moon to join. Winter moved on to his next plans and wrote a letter to his cousin, Queen Snowfall, that he wanted to come visit after taking Lynx home, wanting to 'see' his cousin, but Lynx knew her king was going to break the young Icewing queen. He called for an Icewing messenger so they didn't freeze, and gave them his letter.

The next morning Moon was up and already making breakfast for her King and Queen, and for her sometimes just thinking about her king's cock making extremely wet and horny. She was careful not to burn any food while she was day dreaming about being a royal slut, she was so lost in her daydreams making breakfast she almost didn't hear knocking at the door. She finished making breakfast and walked to the door her tits bouncing as she walked and her ass jiggled as she answered the door. She took the letter from the messenger, it was for her king, she wanted to give it to him, but he was still sleeping. She set the letter on the counter, and continued to make breakfast by setting the table. She was so busy she didn't notice her King Winter sneaking up behind her until he thrust his whole cock inside her. She panicked briefly as she involuntarily moaned until she saw who it was and calmed down.

"Good morning my king." She said as Winter pulled out. "I already made breakfast for you, your Majesties." Moon stated proudly as Lynx entered the room. "Did I get any letter this morning?" Winter asked as he sat down at the table and Lynx sat next to him. Moon then turned to the counter where the letter was and she made sure to sway her ass more for her king as she walked to grab the letter. When she turned back around she made sure she swayed her tits back and forth as she walked. She hid a smirk as she watched both Winter and Lynx follow her swaying nipples. She gave the letter to King Winter. He opened it as he ate and he read it. He finished reading it and set the letter down and looked up as both of his dragonesses. "Well it looks like Lynx and I are going to the Ice Kingdom." At this statement Moon frowned, growing upset. "Why can't I come?" Moon asked desperately. "Because we don't want you freezing to death." Lynx said then Winter added "besides I need you here to watch over my future palace."

Now Moon felt pride and honor swell within her, but still a twinge of sadness, as her King and Queen got up and went to the door. "When can I expect you back?" Moon asked them as she followed them to the door to see them off. "It should only be a week, maybe less." Winter answered before continuing. "Oh and if Qibli shows up feel free to have as much fun together as you want but remember don't let him dominate you when he finishes inside you will be broken from my care and command." That filled Moon with both fear and excitement; she couldn't imagine a life without her king's care and guidance, she loved it. Without any more delays King Winter and Queen Lynx were flying north towards the Ice Palace; it wasn't far from Sanctuary so they didn't bring any supplies as both of them grew up in the Ice Kingdom.

A few hours later Winter landed outside the palace gates, Lynx landing behind him. She drew a lot of males eyes as she walks through the gate, her tits and ass bouncing and jiggling as she walked, they walked the halls of the palace towards the throne room. Winter couldn't believe he was back in the palace he hated growing up in, and he tried to fight back the flashbacks that threatened to come. He shook his head and continued down the hall where two Icewing guards were standing in front of the doors to the throne room. Their eyes are immediately drawn to Lynx as they approach them. "What is it boys? Like what you see?~" Lynx teases them as she half turns side to side showing the size of her tits and ass to the males that are guarding. The guards just stand there and stare with their mouths open slightly causing Lynx to giggle. They entered the throne room to find Queen Snowfall sitting comfortable on her throne. Her tits were about the same size as Lynx's but the Icewing Queen was thicker and a little chubbier, so she had a big ass and thick thighs. She sat on the throne with her legs spread slightly making her pussy in clear view of everyone in the room, and Winter had to resist the urge to lick his lips and mount the female right there.

"Hello cousin and Lynx, how are you?" Snowfall says with a smile and with a wave of her talons dismisses all the guards. "You too Lynx, I wish to speak with Winter alone." Lynx looks hesitant until Winter whispers in her ear: "Go ahead and find some males to break and remember, you must dominate them." Her eyes then light up and she promptly leaves. Only once the throne room door is closed does Snowfall stand up and walk towards Winter. She almost walked seductively, putting one foot in front of the other and swinging her tail out as her boobs rocked softly from side to side. "Why don't we talk in my room Winter." She said it as more of a command than a question.

Now Snowfall was on her knees in front of Winter, moaning as she sucked on his cock causing Winter to moan as well, as she bobbed her head she made eye contact with Winter and her tits jiggling lightly as she grabbed one of her massive tits in her talon, barely able to hold it. Snowfall was enjoying herself as she was quite the slut. Then, Winter grabbed her horns and forced her to go deeper. Snowfall's eyes widen she had never been controlled like this before, but she quickly settled into the idea as Winter moved her head faster and thrusted his hips faster. Snowfall was making all kinds of slurping and gagging noises as she drooled all over Winter's thick cock.

Snowfall grabbed Winter's thighs to help steady herself as their pace got faster, but despite the situation Snowfall didn't want any cum inside her, but Winter had other plans. With a triumphant roar he pulled her head all the way down on his thick, long shaft and started pumping cum down her throat. Snowfall's eyes widened, at first she wanted to resist, however she grew to enjoy the feeling of Winter's cold cum sliding down her throat, and she put a hand on her chubby belly as she felt the cool substance enter her stomach. She just decided to try and pull him closer, her mind becoming foggy. When Winter finally stopped, the female Icewing stood up and looked at Winter, who had a small smirk on his face. She had a weird sensation in the back of her head. There was a small part that wanted to obey Winter and call him her king, but she quickly shook it away.

"Well that was quite fun but I have duties to attend to." Before she could leave, Winter grabbed her shoulders and expertly pinned her down, the lessons from Deathbringer coming in handy, and with a sinister smile as he covered Snowfall's mouth and watched her struggle. "Oh we aren't done yet." He tried to line himself up with her waiting pussy, but her thrashing around made it difficult until he finally slammed himself inside. Snowfall screamed, feeling her cousin's massive, cold, cock plunge deep inside of her as he began to pound her. Winter was loving the feeling, despite Snowfall being a slut she was really tight, this only made him want to pound her faster and soon Snowfall's screams and cries turned to moans with each powerful thrust the need to obey grew stronger and louder, and her tits began to bounce back and forth. Now her mind became foggy again and she realized it was her cousin that was causing it, however this time it was different, the need to obey and call him her king grew more than just a small voice in the back of her head. Tears form in her eyes and Winter uncovered her mouth she looked at him ready to use her frost breath, but the voice in her seemed to shout calling it treason and she just couldn't do it, she didn't know why, so instead she arched her back and cried, fresh tears rolling down her face feeling completely helpless, and moaned as Winter pounded her like she had never been pounded before. Her tits were practically bouncing off her face now, and each time their groins connected it sent ripples through her belly.

Winter loved the show the his cousin's body was giving him as he focused on breaking this female beneath him. "Ah ah~ Winter please stop I can't take it" Snowfall says through her moans and tears as her mind get close to breaking she closes her eyes and grits her teeth, trying to fight the control Winter is getting over her mind. Winter's grunts and thrusts become louder and sloppier "Oh don't worry soon you will be mine." As Winter said this, Snowfall's eyes snapped open knowing what was about to happen. "Ah~ no Winter~ please pull out~" she begs looking at him with tears in her eyes wondering what happened the the cousin she used to know. Winter just chuckled and shove his whole cock inside of her knot and all and starting pumping his cold seed deep into chubby belly. "Oh fuck take it all you slut~" Winter moaned out

Snowfall threw her head back and arched her back as she moaned, and fought the control that Winter was getting over her with each gallon of cum getting pumped into her, her belly began to swell. "Soon the whole world with bow down to me and Queen Lynx." As Winter spoke Snowfall squeezed her fists together and close her eyes and gritted her teeth as she tried to fight the control, but when she felt Winter's cum rush up her throat she lost all sense of reason. "Ahhh~ fuck yes my king." Snowfall said and looked at her king with half lidded eyes and a slutty smile as cum exploded out of her mouth, and she wrapped her legs around King Winter pulling him closer, trying to milk him of the last of his cum as he finally stopped and Snowfall let him go with a whine.

"I am your king and Lynx is your queen." Snowfall nodded painting and drooling her king's cum and kept her body on full display for her king. She rubbed her swollen belly not planning on moving for the week, but she stood up, feeling her king's cum slosh around inside her, and bowed down to King Winter, low enough to press her boobs against the ice floor careful to not press the cum out of her. All traces of Snowfall's old mind were gone. "Yes my king but if you want to keep your plans secret how do I explain this?" She sat on her knees in front of her king looking up at him and she rubbed her belly. "It's no secret that you are quite the slut, so just tell everyone that we got carried away but don't worry you won't get pregnant." Winter told her and Snowfall just bowed her head and took her crown off and handed it to her king. "Here my king a gift for your future rule I will have 2 more made one for the queen and one as a fake for me your Majesty."

Snowfall watched with a smile as her king took his crown from her and put it on. "Thank you but I can't wear it yet, it will raise suspicion." He said as he took it off. Then a knock on the door was heard and Snowfall was quick to rise to her feet, but the door opened to reveal Queen Lynx standing there. Snowfall was quick to throw herself back down. Bowing to her queen, she noticed that her belly was a little more swollen than hers. "Aw you guys had all the fun without me?" She said with a tease look at King Winter. Snowfall rose to her feet still feeling her king's cum slosh around inside her when King Winter spoke. "How many did you break?" Queen Lynx than looked at her as she answered King Winter's question. "I managed to get three of the strongest warriors before I couldn't hold anymore." She then pouted. "It sucks, I want to keep going." Queen Lynx huffed.

Winter looked at his two females that looked at him with admiring faces, and he hid a smirk. "Snowfall, I want you to send some 'volunteers' to work on my new palace at Sanctuary, but make sure they know that Nightwing is under my protection." Snowfall nodded, bowing "your wish is my command, your majesty." Winter then grabbed Lynx and mashed his lips with hers. Lynx was quick to settle into the heated kiss but all too soon he pulled away. "Now as much as I would love to stay I'm afraid we must go to the Kingdom of Sand for Queen Thorn, so here is my decree: next time you have word of my arrival round up every female that hasn't seen the glory of my rule, but save my mother for me I want to break her personally." Snowfall nods as they walk out of her room.

Soon the royal pair made it back to Sanctuary and decided to rest there for a few days before traversing a hot desert and they were greeted by an eager and horny Nightwing asking about their journey. They decided to share stories over a nice dinner before retiring to bed. King Winter's empire was now growing and the rest of Phyrria wouldn't have a clue until it was too late.

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It had been a few days since the King and Queen got back, and all they had done was eat and sleep. The “volunteers” Winter had demanded Snowfall to send, quickly refurbished the palace after being convinced by their new King and Queen. But, turns out, the royals needed a lot of time to recover from the Ice Kingdom, and a certain horny Nightwing was getting quite impatient.

Early one morning, Moon decided to take things into her own hand, or rather her mouth, so she snuck in their room before the sun was up. Their positions were perfect. King Winter was on his back, his cock at full mast and throbbing, no doubt dreaming about the events of the week prior, or the horny Nightwing and softly sleeping dragoness next to him.

Speaking of dragoness, Queen Lynx was on her side, her boobs sprawled over her king's chest. The squish as her King’s chest rose and fell during his slumber. Carefully, Moon approached her king and grabbed his massive dick. A shudder formed across her body; she knew that if her king didn't enjoy this, it would be treason. It strangely aroused her as a tingle grew across her folds. Without any more delays, she slowly and nervously started pumping his dick, the thick cold member twitching in her talon as she skillfully moved it up and down, getting faster and less nervous until he began leaking precum.

Winter stirred a little, breathing a slow sigh which made Moon freeze for a moment. Her King settled back down and nuzzled into his lover’s neck as if the actions Moon performed weren't affecting him. This made her smile, performing the next part of her plan of worship.

Moon carefully wrapped her big, gray boobs around his cock. The cold member made a strange sensation against her warm chest. Then, she opened her mouth and carefully moved her mouth down, taking her king's cock in her wet and warm maw as she moved her boobs up and down. Feeling the cold cock in between her big boobs sent shivers down her spine as her nipples got rock hard. Moon moved her muzzle further down onto his girth until she felt his cock reach the back of her throat. She wasn’t even halfway, so she began moving her head up and down, squeezing her boobs together to further accumulate the warmth around his large blue meat. She moves them up and down in sync with her mouth to accommodate the lack of cock that was excluded from her perfect lips.

She gagged as she tried to take more of his member. However, she was so focused on her ministrations, she didn't notice her King begin to stir and open his eyes. She became greatly surprised when a cold talon grabbed the back of her head and pushed it down forcefully. Moon's eyes widened as she felt the cold and thick organ slide down her throat, stretching it making it difficult to breathe. She clasped her arms around his thighs to try and pull off, but the talon on her head was much stronger, and it’s not like Moon wasn’t enjoying having her king’s cock shoved down her throat.

"What do you think you are doing?" King Winter boomed as Queen Lynx awoke, stirring before her eyes fluttered open and she saw Moon.

Moon tried to answer, but she gestured to his hand holding her head, and with a huff her, king let go. She pulled her head back, gasping and coughing to catch her breath. Once she caught her breath though, she was quick to get on her knees before her king as he stood up. "I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I just couldn't help myself. Please forgive me." She begged on the brink of tears. However, King Winter loved seeing his Nightwing slut desperate like this. Moon watched as he looked towards Queen Lynx who was in the process of getting out of the bed.

"Get some rope and tie her hands above her head on the wall." Moon gulped as the Queen nodded with a mischievous smirk. She grabbed some rope and roughly grabbed the smaller Nightwing's hands, and dragged her to the wall. Moon didn’t try to fight as Lynx tied her arms up and above her head. The rope was strapped around a metal loop installed in the wall for reasons such as these. Lynx stood up and smirked down at her, Moon was perfectly helpless just as the King ordered. He mutters, "Stupid bitch.”

Moon began to panic, and she wondered how her king would punish her. Her breathing became ragged and shallow as King Winter walked up to her. "What are you going to do to me, Your Majesty?" Moon asked nervously as tears formed in her eyes.

"I told you before, I'm trying to recover and replenish my cum. But fine, if you want it so badly, then you're going to take it, you whore." Moon was momentarily confused how this was a punishment, until her lips parted and her King rammed his whole cock down her throat. She could feel her neck bulging, trying to accommodate for the large member that just entered it. King Winter’s cock twitched into her jaws, oozing out delicious precum down her throat. Moon barely got a chance to breathe as King Winter pulled back almost all the way, then slammed himself back in. Knowing this small slut couldn't take his whole cock comfortably, he went as rough as he could on this bitch who deserved it.

Moon's tears reformed as she looked up at her king, who was now roughly pounding her throat, listening to her choking and gagging sounds. She quickly regretted trying to sneak that blow job, and she was paying for it now. Her throat and maw covered her king’s cock in spit, letting it smoothly slide in and out of the small dragoness’ muzzle. A soft moan escaped her as this was her life: to please her King and Queen, and should she fail, she gets punished. So, Moon just sat there and took it as her King grunted and growled above her. She couldn't stop the tears from falling.

King Winter was beginning to leak precum in her mouth and down her throat. There was so much that it started to leak from her nose and mouth dribble out the cracks between Winter’s massive cock and Moon’s lips. This seemed to displease her king, as he started forcing her snout right up against his body. This caused his knot to slide in and out her mouth with loud and juicy pops as she choked hard on the extra girth in her mouth. "The more you leak, the longer and harder I will go, you stupid slut." Moon let out choked sobs as she tried to keep all his precum inside her.

Winter was having the time of his life. Since Moon was forced to follow his every command, he didn't have to worry about being nice or gentle, for Moon would never leave him no matter what he put her through. Winter nearly lost his balance as his climax came. With a firm hold on Moon's horns, he pulled her head forward, his knot entering her with a wet pop, and started shooting gallons of his Icewing seed right down her gullet.

When her king started to cum, Moon was a complete mess. Her face was wet with tears as she gulped loudly, trying to drink all of her king's cum. She felt the cold and salty substance slide down her throat into her stomach, filling it up. All Moon could do as she felt the cold cum swell her belly, was sit there, choking on King Winter's cock as more tears rolled down her cheeks. It felt like an eternity until King Winter stopped cumming and pulled his cock out, causing Moon to cough and gasp for air as she looked down her swollen belly. She looked back up at her king then averted her eyes with a wince because of how furious he looked. She had been filled so much, it hurt to hold all of his cum, but she didn't have a choice but to deal with the constant, dull throbbing in her increasingly cooling stomach. "There you stupid slut, see what happens when you don't follow orders?" Moon nodded, unable to look at him or speak, but she yelped in pain as her head snapped to the right as King Winter slapped her. A large red mark quickly appeared on her face. "You will look at me when I speak, and answer clearly."

Moon looked up at her king, the owner of the voice and her, and spoke softly. "Yes your Majesty, it won't happen again." She watched carefully, having a newfound fear of her king. She noticed he had gotten a lot more muscular. It must be from breaking so many females.Each time he would bring them down to his influence, he would get stronger. King Winter reached towards her bonds and cut them. Moon let her hands fall to the sides and held her wrists.

"We still need breakfast." Queen Lynx spoke looking down at the used Nightwing. Moon nodded and stood up with some difficulty as her legs wobbled and the cum sloshing around inside her made her almost lose her balance when she stood up. She felt cold. Her king's seed definitely wasn't warming up anytime soon, her belly almost felt numb, nevertheless she spoke. "Yes, Your Majesties. I will have breakfast ready for you soon" After Moon made breakfast, the cum she was holding finally warmed up, and strangely, she started to love the idea of the rough punishment that her king gave her.

Now the royals sat down and ate breakfast, but Moon wasn't hungry because she still had a belly full of Icewing seed. To try and make up for her misdeeds, she got under the table and started to suck King Winter off while thrusting her tail into Queen Lynx.

Her tail slid in and out of Lynx’s blue pussy, slathered in the royal juices of her Queen as Moons sucked deeply on Winter’s cock. She kept her pace though, as she wasn’t being pounded open like she was a few moments ago. She picked up her pace after a few minutes, hoping to make the climax. Judging by their moans, they were loving it, and they were close. "I can't believe she came back for more after that pounding you gave her." Moon heard her Queen speak. She heard them both moan loudly and felt more cold cum shoot down her throat, and cold fluids run down her tail and drip onto the floor. Moon, with great effort, gulped down her king's cum in order to evade another punishment. She got out from under the table, both her mouth and tail shining with two different fluids. She bowed down as her King and Queen stood up.

"Did you like breakfast, Your Majesties?" She resisted the urge to jump for joy when they nodded.

Then King Winter spoke. “Today we are heading to the Kingdom of Sand, after I get back from the Ice Palace. I need to visit my family." Moon looked worried as she stood up. "But my king, how will I get rid of this?" She says as she puts her hands on the sides of her swollen belly. She thought it was a bold action speaking out of line, but from how she wasn’t already on her knees with a cock shoved down her throat, things were going well.

Her king said nothing as he walked up to her, and put his cold talon on her belly and closed his eyes. Soon, her belly began to recede. The feeling was so strange as she felt the cum seep into her very body. She felt stronger, stood taller, and more powerful, but looked relatively the same. "You have been promoted from a royal slut to a liberator. Your job is to fuck as many males as you can and.... 'liberate' them of their kingdoms and false queens." Moon felt so proud and strong she bowed to her king. Her mind already raced off the things she could do to male dragons. So much cum and sex that would make her feel like a slut, but a strong asset to King Winter’s new empire. "Thank you my king, I will not waste this gift you have given me." She said with newfound confidence.

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A few hours after Winter had destroyed Moon with his punishment, and promoted her, he waited in his home in Sanctuary. He just wrote a letter telling his mother he wanted to discuss some.... business with her, but he was ready to destroy his mother for all the years of hardship she had given him as a dragonet.

Tundra received the letter from her son, if she could even call him that, a few days later. She was intrigued to see what business Winter had to discuss with her. She assumed Queen Snowfall should know about this, but she has been acting rather strange recently. So, she would decide to wait for Winter to come to the ice kingdom and greet her. "Let's see what that sorry excuse of a son wants with me." She hissed.

Winter was tired of waiting for his mother to respond. He was a king now, so why couldn’t he just go there uninvited? He decided to leave his queen and Nightwing slut behind for this trip, wanting them to ‘catch up’ with each other. He flew straight to the Ice Palace and entered Snowfall's Throne room without any trouble.

He was immediately unimpressed when he stared at Snowfall, masturbating on her throne, taking her talons and showing them deep into her pussy. "Oh Winter, my king, what a surprise." She said rather calmly as she stood up on her throne, as she continued shoving two fingers into her soaking pussy. “What brings you here?

"Do you know where I might find my mother, cousin?" He said with a hiss, not enjoying the fact that Snowfall was pleasuring herself. He would do something about that later.

"Your mother is in her quarters, I assume she is your next target?" She smirked as wet shllks came from her fingering. "I always hated her, and I'd love to see her put in her place by you my King. May I assist you in breaking her mind?" She moaned softly, her loins very needy and wanting something wet and cold shoved inside it.

Winter looked even more unimpressed at Snowfall's display and shook his head. "No, I want the pleasure of doing her myself." His voice is deep and commanding, and he walks off to her mothers quarters and knocks on the door.

Inside the room, Tundra was writing in a scroll, the quill scratching on a parchment as her face dropped in a constant grimace. The Icewing dragoness was very well endowed, her massive breasts squishing into the desk, and her ass spreading outward across her seat. When she heard a knock at her door, she got out of her chair, her massive rump sagging down from all the flesh it contained. Both her rump and breasts softly bounced as she walked towards the blue-white door.

She opened it slowly. As it revealed Winter, she frowned. "Winter, you're early...too early." Tundra thought something was up. Her son, as much of a failure as he was, wouldn’t ignore the dates no matter how later or earlier it was. "I thought we would have our discussion a few days later. So if you'll excuse me, I have more pressing matters to attend to." She turned around, her breasts and butt swaying back and forth as she was about to close the door on Winter with her tail.

With some strength Winter held the door open, and looked over his mother's body thinking about all the ways to destroy this female. "No! Your scrolls can fucking wait! If you continue to neglect me I will punish you so severely you won't remember who you were!" He bares his teeth, and snarls at his mother's obvious lack of respect. He was a king now and she would treat him like one. One way or another.

Tundra's eyes went wide as she backed away slightly. Her shocked expression quickly morphed into anger. "You will not speak to your mother that way." She hissed and glared. "Your mother commands you to leave me alone." She continued to back up though, worrisome at the very aggressive nature of Winter and his words. She was...scared of him. She shouldn’t be though, but his aura was menacing and made her feel…weak. Her boobs waved a little as she was losing her anger slowly, as if she wanted to be punished. She shook her head and snarled her boobs swaying back and forth, her blue nipples dangling hypnotically.

Without backing down Winter approached his mother, and with unseen strength he grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall. Tundra choked and gasped, clutching Winter’s arm as she struggled to get air. "I will speak to you how I want, bitch!” Winter growled in her ear. “You have no right to order me around anymore, and now you will be mine"

Tundra’s mind suddenly became foggy. Winter’s touch sparked an aroused and terrified feeling in her. The unrecognizable strength of her son greatly aroused her, reminding the dragoness of the days Narwhal would used to fuck her brains out until she was spewing cum. She nodded slowly. "Y-yes sir," she coughed again.

Winter then threw her to the ground. His mother “oof”d as she landed, her tits bounced wildly. He smiled as his massive cock came out of his slit and ready for action. He watched his once fierce mother, helpless on the ground, seeing what she would do.

What Tundra did was stare wide-eyed at the massive cock in front of her. Her jaw dropped as she looked at her son towering over her, blushing a deep violet, and unable to contain her lust anymore. Narwhal's death has made her needy, and she needed a cock. She needed Winter's cock. She noted that it was much bigger than her mates, twitching proudly and dominantly in her view. She shuddered. "M-my son, please...I need it." She begged even groping her massive chest to entice her son more.

Winter frowned and pushed her flat onto the ground roughly, causing her tits to bounce up and down as he sat on her stomach. "Do not speak unless spoken to, understand?" He then thrust his thick cold cock right in between her massive tits. Sliding in and out smoothly and bumping the tip into her face.

Tundra nodded silently as Winter began to fuck her tits. She caught on to his ministrations and began to play with them, rubbing them against his cold member as she moaned softly. Winter was so muscular and heavy, he reminded her of Narwhal so much, how he always used her like this. His thick cock thrusted rapidly through her cleavage as she squished them together to get more of her flesh around his length. She opened her mouth wide, almost on its own, and waited for him to plug her mouth full with his cock.

"Good girl~" Winter smirked at the submissive display his mother was giving him. Nothing was more satisfying than the mother he feared for so long was completely at his mercy. Even more for how easily she accepted being a fucking whore for him. Winter moaned and unexpectedly grabbed her horns and shoved her head forward onto his thick cock thrusting his cock through her tits and into her mouth.

Tundra's eyes rolled back as her mouth and tits were fucked cleanly by Winter's massive cock. She sucked it eagerly, wanting her son to cum straight down his throat, needing the salty substance to fill her. She groped and pushed her tits together and harder, making it as tight as possible as her mouth became the perfect cock sleeve for his bright blue cock. She moaned throughout the whole thing; Tundra was officially at his mercy, nothing but an empty-headed slut now, who wanted nothing more than Winter's seed to paint her insides white like her scales.

Winter moaned loudly, and shoved his cock deeper in her mouth as he began to shoot rope after rope of his cold Icewing seed down his mother's throat. Pumping each thick rivulet of his churning balls inside of his mother.

Tundra moaned onto his cock as his thick cold seed blasted straight down her throat. She drank down as much as possible, still bouncing her breasts to get more pumps of seed in her mouth. Winter loved hearing the loud gulping sounds as his mother greedily swallowed his seed.

She grunted, unable to drink it all down as some dribbled out of her mouth and splattered across her boobs. But she loved being covered in her son's cum that she slathered it all over herself. It was a gift that she would cherish forever. She would worship his cock like a king, because he was a king. Her face was painted with cum as her belly was already slightly swollen from how much Winter forced down her throat.

Winter finally stopped cumming, and pulled out with a pop. Standing up, the crown on his head seemed to glow tauntingly as he glared at his mother, expecting her to do something.

Tundra looked up at Winter, covered in cum and panting heavily. Her mind was foggy, she couldn't think straight and she only wanted his King's cock. Lost in the lust and the mind break that was Winter's dick, she spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy, and rested her head back and sighed. "My son, my King. I beg of you to fuck me. Claim me as another one of your sluts. I am yours forever." Her body went limp in defeat and accepted who her real ruler was.

Winter smirked and walked over to his mother, looking at her as if she were an object that was ready to be used. He lined himself up with Tundra's dripping cold pussy, before ramming himself as deep as he could inside of her. Tundra moaned loudly as the violent thrust, before Winter reached up and began to choke her, talons wrapping tight and pressing into her windpipe as she was pounded open.

Tundra choked and gasped as her walls were ruined by her King's cock, spreading her open with amazing thickness and precum. "M-my king..." she moaned, her eyes rolling back as pain and pleasure filled her. She didn't even care that she was blacking out. She moved her talons down to her nipples and gave them a pinch. Very quickly, cold rich milk came out of her tits as tears welled in her eyes. The loose and rich milk flowing down her tits and onto the floor.

Winter loosened his hold on her so she could breathe, but it was still restricted as he relentlessly pounded her. He wanted her to feel every second of his knot sliding in and out of her, showing no mercy towards his once ruthless mother. She was nothing but a bitch now, a bitch that loved his cock.

Tundra moaned loudly each time his knot popped out and pushed back in. Her milk secreted onto the floor as she wailed loudly. "M-my King. I-I'm cumming!" Her pussy clenched around his shaft as a wave of juices squirted across his dick and his saliva. And she didn't stop, the ruthlessness of Winter's pounding caused her to orgasm over and over again.

Winter smiled and went even faster, wanting to completely over stimulate his mother. He wanted to hear her beg for mercy, so he continued pounding her relentlessly.

Tundra cried in bliss, feeling Winter rip her to shreds as tears mix in with the milk and cum all over her body. "My king, fuck me. Fuck your whorey mother! Make me nothing but your toy. I'll take your cock everyday if I get to be with my new King." She came again and again, a puddle of her own sticky juices spreading around the two of them, her expression full ahegao from his constant abuse on her snatch.

Winter roared, the pressure finally becoming too much to bear, and slammed himself all the way inside her. All the rage and revenge for his mother was built into his massive anc creamy load. He watched as his mother was filled with his cum and she squirmed helplessly, cumming all over as her belly began to bloat with all of his seed. "Take it all you stupid whore."

"Y-yes my King." she choked out. Her belly stretched from Winter’s violent orgasm, growing more and more until he looked like she was bearing 10 eggs. She then felt something rise up to her neck. Her eyes widened before her head leaned back on its own, the force of her mouth opening up as cum blasted out of her mouth, painting the ground in her King's white paste. Cum in and out the other end from a single dragon…her son. She loved every second of it as she choked on his cum. Her claws and body twitched every so slightly from the overfucking.

Winter smiled at the display, although she was wasting his cum, it was still hot to see her leak from both ends. He finally stopped cumming and clamped her mouth closed, so more cum wouldn't shoot out. Though only some was leaking out of her nose. "Now be a good slave and bow down to me." He said once he pulled out.

When Winter pulled out, it was another whole experience for Tundra. His cum poured out of her gaping and sore pussy and she moaned. She obeyed King Winter, slowly shifting around on her knees,and bowing to him with cum still all over her body. "King Winter, I give you my body, my loyalty, my life. I shall be used by you even if I can no longer stand it. My purpose is to be your slut and nothing more...Your Majesty."

Winter looked at his mother with scorn, for he hated her until he made her his slave. "Because of your previous treatment of me, you are banned from all sexual activities until I say so. Now be a good girl and tell me where my sister is."

Tundra's eyes went wide with horror. No more sex after that wonderful experience? She couldn't believe it, it was like saying no more eating, as all she wanted was Winter’s delicious cum. Nevertheless she obeyed and nodded sadly. "Y-yes my King. Your sister should be in her quarters, as usual." She hung her head low, her fate of no sex sealed.

He nods and leaves Tundra and her mess behind and walks through the palace. There he passed a few guards who looked at him suspiciously but didn’t pay any mind, as they knew who he was and looked so much different…stronger? He finally arrived at his sister’s room and knocked on her door.

Icicle snarled as she heard a knock on her door. She assumed it was another guard who asked if she was well. She was always well. Her body was muscular yet had a perfect hourglass figure with her large boobs and a plump ass to match her mothers. Her hips swayed slightly as she turned towards the door and shouted, "How many times do I have to say to leave me alone? Don't you guards know how to do anything right?"

Winter smiled mischievously, and took that as his invitation to open the door. "Now, is that anyway to greet your brother, Icicle?" Winter stood in front of his sister, he seemed more muscular, he had a six pack and his biceps were bigger than hers. It seems for every female he broke it built him up physically. That must've been why the guards didn’t want to bother him, Tundra’s submission had made him buffer.

Icicle jumped as her door busted open. Her boobs swayed before stopping by her own talons. She saw her brother and immediately snarled. "Winter, what in the name of the Ice Dragon are you doing here?" She hissed defensively, her boobs looking very appealing with thick and needy nipples. Sadly, Icicle noticed how strong Winter looked, and even with her size there was no way she could take him for whatever reason he came in here for. This was the one time running away was the only option.

"What? A brother can't come see his sister?" He said with a smirk and closed the door and locked it. As he walked closer Winter stared at her boobs with her blue nipples looking very appealing to the male Icewing.

Icicle backed up slowly, the locking of her door told her everything she needed to know. "Not looking like that you won't. I haven't heard from you in years until you came to the Ice Kingdom to see Snowfall, and after that she's been acting strange. I think it's your fault. What did you do to our Queen!?" She shouted, then tried to punch him.

But Winter raised his talon slowly and caught her punch, holding her fist with ease. Icicle's expression grew horrified. "What I did was liberate her, and I'm going to do the same to you." Within the blink of an eye, he swept out her legs and in an instant he got on top of his sister, pinning her down.

It all happened so fast, not even the combat-trained Icicle saw it coming. Winter was quick and so much stronger and she used all her strength to get him off, but failed miserably. "W-what the– L-liberate? Winter, what are you talking about?" She felt...scared her arms pinned down strictly as she tried to kick him away but couldn’t. She was terrified of her brother for the first time.

Winter didn't answer with words, instead he let his cock come out and rub it against her belly, as he wrapped his talon around her throat. "Don't worry, soon you will be a part of my kingdom." He smirked and didn't do anything, he wanted to savor her reaction.

Icicle grabbed at Winter's arms, too weak to fight back as she saw his monster cock drag across her belly. Her eyes were wide, fear enveloping them as she now knew what this liberation was. The more breath she lost, the more she felt herself feeling like she belonged here, underneath her brother. She was never the strong sister, she was weak and…submissive.

Winter let her go, Icicle gasping in the process and taking in large gulps of air. He wanted his strong willed sister to be at full strength when he broke her, just to show how helpless she was and he started to grind his cock on her pussy.

"Hah~" she pants as she sees Winter grinding his cock across her wet folds. The underside of his shaft is already wet as there was a wet shilk sound as he does so. She still tries to get him off, but to no avail, she is trapped and helpless.

"Are you ready for the main event you whore?" He smiled and lined himself up before ramming himself deep inside her, giving her the same treatment he gave their mother. Her walls were ripped to shreds by his massive cock as it plunged deep into her pussy.

Icicle screamed in pain. She’d tense up around his cock as her folds became ravaged by his member. She tried calling for help, but her mouth was in a silent scream. She struggled and fought against him, but soon, pleasure began to overtake her body, her voice went from screaming, to panting like a bitch in heat.

Winter smiled at her new expression and actions, and continued pounding his sister like a wild animal. He gave her no remorse, knowing that his sister was quite the slut just like their cousin, so it would be long before she was begging for more. "Do you like slut? Huh?"

Icicle moaned loudly, and her resistance ceased as her mouth was open to emit short gasps and moans along with the violent plap plap of Winter's cock slamming into her. Her breasts bounced as she moved back and forth from the abuse, eyes fluttering to the back of her head. "Y-yes, I-I love it so...so—AHH~" Her walls contracted and she came hard, splattering her juices in a pleasurable climax all over Winter’s cock, and just like her mother, Icicle kept cumming, unable to keep away from the rough sex that she found absolutely wonderful.

Winter continued to pound her, and slapped her bouncing boobs as hard as he could. Winter, once again, began to choke her like the kinky bitch she was. "That's right you stupid bitch." Winter taunted and growled. He wanted to break her fully, make her a part of his kingdom.

Icicle put her arms above her head, makeup falling from her eyes as her insides were ruthlessly destroyed. "Yes, m-my King. T-take me! Make me a part of your kingdom!" She came again with a long moan. A blue mark began to appear on her boobs from Winter's slap. They continued to bounce, her tongue rolling out, and keeping her looking like a mindless slut that was made to be a cock slut.

With a triumphant roar at finally breaking Icicle, Winter slammed deep inside of her sister, and started pumping gallons of his cold seed deep into her womb. There was so much going in, Winter could hear the sound of his cum rushing into Icicle like the floodgates had been opened.

Icicle came for the last time, feeling her belly swell as Winter dumped gallons of cum into her, guaranteeing she would be having clutches of eggs. Cum shot out of her mouth almost instantly and onto her breasts, her nose and even eyes leaking from how much she was filled. "M-my King. S-so much..." he coughed out more cum all over her belly.

Winter pumps the last few gallons of cum inside of her, but before he pulls out he grabs her throat again. "When I pull out, make sure none leaks no matter what slut." Winter said with his lips parted in a snarl, then pulled out with a wet pop.

Icicle nodded sheepishly as Winter unlodges his girth from her. She tenses her entire body, keeping her pussy lips sealed shut so no cum would escape from her snatch. But the exhaustion of having multiple orgasms in a row took a toll on her, and she sighed, letting the cum pour out of her snatch and onto the floor. "F-forgive me my King..." she panted, though her forgiveness was empty words, and she would be punished.

"Kneel before me." Winter demanded, looking furious. He was going to punish this slut for defying him. As he watched this scene, he felt strength ripple through him as he seemed to build more muscle.

Icicle turned off her back and got on her knees. Her talons behind her back as cum dripped from her maw. She felt so weak, helpless and unable to think clearly. "M-my King—"

As she spoke, Winter grabbed her horns and shoved his whole cock down her throat. Icicle choked immediately across it as Winter started thrusting, pulling her head back and forth using her horns like handles. "This time don't let any leak, if you do, I may have to tie you up in Snowfall's new sex chamber."

Gagging as her tears welled out, she was forcibly facefucked by her King, knowing this was punishment for failing his orders. "Grrk! GRLK!" Her throat was abused like her pussy as she sat there waiting for an extra few gallons to be dumped in her. She would be ready this time, she wouldn't let her king down. Her tight throat convulsed and milked him of his seed.

Winter moaned as he pounded his once fierce sister's throat, feeling her wet mouth on his cock as he repeatedly mashed her face against his crotch "Take it like a good slut."

"MPPH GRK MPPHH!!" Icicle moaned as her throat was stretched beyond belief, bulging out from Winter's massive girth. She knew he was getting close, she finally began to suck his cock with wet slurps, being a good cocksleeve for her King as he was about to fill her with another huge orgasm. SHe sniffed his hypnotizing musk, loving how it stained her sense of smell.

Winter pounded his thick, cold cock in her throat a few more times before letting out a triumphant roar, pulling his sister's head all the way forward and started to dump gallons more of Icewing cum down her throat.

Icicle closed her eyes as she felt his freezing seed pump down straight into her stomach. She didn't need to gulp it down yet, as most of his shaft trailed past the other pipe and directly into her gut. It swelled more, getting almost 7 times the size of her normal stomach. She could barely contain it, eyes watering as she began to gulp, swallowing all the salty cum to avoid punishment.

Winter continued cumming until he emptied five more gallons of cum inside her wondering if she was able to hold it all he pulled out without warning.

Icicle was able to close her mouth shut as Winter pulled out suddenly. Her belly was now almost the size of her body. Her tits sagged on top of her expanded stomach as she made loud gulping noises. She felt sick from drinking so much cum, but she was in too much of a lustful state to care. She rubbed her belly, moaning softly as she opened her mouth, and showing no cum resided in it. “All gone my King. All in my slutty body~”

Winter smiled as he saw his sister beaten and broken. It was a satisfying site, first his mother and now his sister looking like mindless slaves before him. If only his father was here. "There, was that so hard?"

Icicle slumped to the ground defeated and slit drunken. "N-no…master." She said, hearing the sloshing of his cum as she moved herself a little. She got up, looking like another dragon was inside her gut "My King, what is my next order?"

"All you need to do is live your life normally, since you were a slut before. Not much will change except I am your King and Lynx is your queen." Winter spoke as he cleaned himself off a little.

"Y-yes my King." She was a slut. She couldn't remember anything to the point of Winter putting his dick in her, but all she could think about before that was lust, constant lust and desire for cock. "I will serve your new empire, my King. And I wish to be rewarded with more of your seed." She was in a trance, rubbing her belly with begging and slave-like eyes.

"Unfortunately, I need to save some for the next queen. If I don't get all of the queens, my empire will become that much harder to build, but I will allow you to take any seed from any male."

Icicle lifted her head, happy that she could drink and give her body to another dragon, though they wouldn’t be as wonderful as her king. "T-thank you my King. I will be bred by every male in the Ice Palace for you. Build our empire and give us the glory of horniness and sex." Icicle was truly broken, the once fierce and dangerous and stubborn Icwing, now turned into a cumdump for the whole Ice Kingdom.

Winter nods and leaves his sister just like that and goes back to the throne room, smirking as all the females bow down to him. He truly had most of the Ice Kingdom in his clutches as he walked back into the throne room. "Hello Snowfall," he says with a smirk looking much stronger than he did when he arrived. "I want to sit on the throne." Winter commands his cousin, his smirk never leaving his face.

"Of course my King." She proceeds to get off the throne and sit on her knees and bow down. She was just like Icicle, but still had some morality in her, as she still had to run the kingdom rather than be a drunk-ridden slut.

Winter sits on the throne comfortably, and smiles down at his cousin. Her body still looked as beautiful as the day he fucked her, but how much could she satisfy him. "Now, I want you to dance for me until I say stop."

"Yes my King." Snowfall said getting up on her feet. She began to step in front of the throne, beginning her dance which was obviously sexy. Her hands were up most of the time as she twirled. Her ass swayed and bounced with her movements as she occasionally spread it open. She groped her boobs as well, shaking and dancing like a whore on a stripper pole.

Winter didn't think he would smile this much in his life as he sat back and watched his cousin, the once fierce Icewing queen dance before him like the whore that she is. "Good girl, worship me too."

"Yes my King." She stopped her dancing for a moment, going up to the throne that was once hers and began to give Winter a boob job. Pushing her hefty tits on Winter's cock and squishing them together. She also started to suck on his tip that poked from her breasts as she moaned slightly from playing with herself.

Winter growled and choked her as he stood up, Snowfall clutching her neck at the violent handling. "I didn't tell you to stop dancing, or say that you could touch me yet." He threw her at his feet "Now, I want you to dance and worship me. If you fail you will be punished." Winter sat back down on the throne, and waited for Snowfall to continue.

"Y-yes my King." She said and resumed her dancing. Now that she knew what type of worship she was doing, she let it loose. "My King Winter, you are the strongest King in Pyrrhia, no one can match your strength or your skill to take over any dragon by just looking at you." She wiggled her butt and began to bounce up and down, making them clap while she groped her breasts. "You are fit to be the King of Pyrrhia. A continent where dragons' fuck non-stop and worship your body like a god."

Winter looks proudly on Snowfall and gestures to his massive blue cock, it twitched in the air, needy for another dragon to cum inside of. "Well, I think you have earned it don't you?"

"Thank you, my King." Snowfall said, still dancing until she approached Winter's blue cock. She resumed her tit job, sucking on his huge meat as she moaned, pinching her nipples until milk came out.

Winter moaned lightly. Growing quite used to the feeling, he wondered what else she would be willing to do. All sluts had to have something up their sleeve, right?

She kept squishing her breasts sucking on the tip, clapping her cheeks together as she sucked hard. She then went deeper into his cock, taking it to the back of her throat before she resumed pressing her flesh against his meat. She closed her eyes and moaned, milk seeping out of her nipples and onto the floor as she sucked her king off to climax.

Winter moaned and grabbed her horns, helping her deep throat his cock as he thrusts lightly, penetrating her throat and pressure building up across his leaking cock.

Snowfall moaned onto his cock sucking harder and pinching her nipples. Her tail whipped on the ground frantically as her wet pussy dripped onto the floor. She took in more of his cock, burying her own snout into her own cleavage as Winter's cock pulled past her throat. Her neck bulged slightly from the girth. Fuck, he feels so much bigger than last time.

With a roar, Winter grabbed her head and slammed it all the way down, her head compressed in her boobs as he started pumping gallon after gallon of cum down her throat. "Don't let any spill, bitch."

Snowfall obeyed his commands like the title of “queen” never existed for her. She gulped down every ounce of sweet, salty cum Winter had to offer. Her stomach swelled like she was an overinflated condom, as her body was filled with seed.

Winter's cock continues to pulsate, each time a new gallon of cum was shot down her throat and he showed no signs of stopping for a long time. His head leaned against the throne, keeping Snowfall down on his cock.

Snowfall grew worried at Winter's output, unable to know when he would stop cumming in her, especially to the point she wasn't beginning to take it. Suddenly, she felt something else drip from her butt. Her eyes widened as Winter's cum began to leak out of her tailhole, each gallon from each pump increasing the pressure of the stream of cum exiting from Snowfall's plump rear.

Winter finally stopped cumming and he didn't notice that Snowfall was leaking yet as sat back and closed his eyes. “Very, good slut.” She panted.

Snowfall hesitantly pulled off of Winter's cock. She felt his cum paint her rear as she was having an anal orgasm. She sat upright. "Is everything alright my King? D-Did I please you enough?"

"Yes you did." He opens his eyes and smiles down upon her and doesn't see the spilled cum yet. "Did you let any spill?"

Snowfall gulped nervously. She stood up and spread her legs, showing the visible oozing cum from her ass. "I couldn't help it, Master." She then turned around and bent over, showing the cum leaking out of her ass a lot. "You filled me so well, my body couldn't take it anymore. Please my king, punish me for being so weak."

He frowns and without even moving he forces Snowfall on her knees, before not even touching her. "How do you think you need to be punished?"

Snowfall shuddered as she was put on her knees so suddenly. Her eyes widened. "I...I am not capable of making that choice my King. You control me, I do not."

Winter raised an eyeridge, then shrugged. "You know what I'm feeling merciful, I'm going to let you off easy, for I have other things to attend to." With that Winter stands up and steps down from the throne.

Snowfall breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you, my King." She bowed. "May I ask what your next task is?"

Winter smiled at the blind obedience of his cousin, as well as the curiosity. "After I rest, I'm going to the Sandwing Stronghold, there is a certain queen I need to liberate."

Snowfall's eyes lit up. "That's incredible my King! Show her your true power and take her kingdom. Is there anything you need me to do in your absence?"

Winter turned to leave and without turning around he spoke. "No. Just have my palace in sanctuary ready for my return from the Sandwing Stronghold."

Snowfall bowed. "Yes my King. I’ll see it done." She would keep the cum inside and dripping from her ass until it would stop. "I will send some to tend and refurbish your home to look more...appealing." She smiled at her King.

"Good, then I shall see you again after I get all the Queens." With that Winter left the palace and headed for his home and he landed he was greeted by his 2 most loyal females. “Hello my beautiful sluts~”

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“Winter!” Lynx’s face lit up with so much joy, Winter couldn’t help but smile too when his queen came to greet him. Letting go of a breath he didn't know he was holding, he pulled his queen in for a long and loving kiss on the lips, which she happily returned. Now that Winter had returned home, the adrenaline and lust had worn off from liberating his family with his seed, leaving him feeling really sore.

Meanwhile, Moon was working on a lovely meal planned for her Queen. A vibrator was shoved into her pussy as her juices dripped onto the floor while she worked. Lynx smiled at the affection she was getting from her sexy king, and she stepped back with her hands on her shoulders and a display of her ripe nipples in clear view. "Welcome back, my love. Did you get the revenge you greatly desired on your family?" She said, swaying her boobs left and right.

Winter smiled lovingly at his queen, and gently took one of her hands in his, gently placing a kiss on the back of her hand. "I did, and it was amazing. But, I need to rest right now.” He turned his head to the kitchen where Moon was so she could hear him clearly. “Moon that means no sucking me off at dinner today alright?"

"Y-yes Master," she said, flipping some burger meat on a pan. Moon adored that she could call Winter “Master.” It was a treat for being his personal slut and wonderful fucktoy. She made sure to exaggerate her movements while cooking, so her King would see her ass and tits jiggle and bounce more. She loved every second of it, giving her King a good show. "Dinner is almost ready, Your Majesties." She called.

Winter takes his seat at the head of the table, and sighs as he slumps back in the seat. He strained a bit as he tried to stretch out his wings. "Lynx, do you think you could massage my wings?" He said as more of a command than anything, spreading his large, now muscular pale blue wings which hurt thanks to the power he gained.

"Of course my King." She said happily, getting behind him and proceeding to press and knead his wing talons with her down talons, loosening the muscles and softly popping them out.. "Does this feel good?" She asked, giving an added bonus by leaning forward so her big soft boobs were rubbing on his back.

Winter hummed happily as his shoulders dropped and all his muscles relaxed as he felt all his stress melt away. He also felt Lynx’s boobs on her back and smiled more, giving a gentle loving lick to his queen’s neck, who shuddered in response. "Who knew being such a dominant king would be so stressful?" He says with a half smile.

"Draining gallons of cum can take it out of someone, my King." Lynx said in a funny matter of fact tone, stroking the joints of his wings and rubbing her boobs back and forth along his back. A subtle pop sounded when she pressed down and Winter let out a pleasured moan. "Oh, that must've felt good," she giggled and resumed her work.

Winter felt the soreness just melt away wherever she touched, her talons were like magic, though only Winter possessed that in the literal sense now. "Yes, just keep going." He closed his eyes, concentrating on his Queen's cool hands on his body, and her soft, cool tits on his back. This was it, this is what he had been planning for years: To have a queen by his side and females eager to serve him at the snap of his fingers or the words from his lips.

Lynx continued to massage her lover, rubbing and pushing against his bulky muscles and bones. "You've gotten stronger my King." She commented. "Your power grows the more dragons submit to you." As Lynx massaged him, Moon let out a long moan as the vibrator intensified randomly, causing her to climax. Her juices leaked down her thighs as she panted heavily.

"Are you complaining?~" Winter teases his queen as he flexes his muscles a bit, and he can feel Lynx pause for a brief moment and shudder. He didn’t pay attention to Moon for now. "Can you move onto my shoulders please?"

She giggles. "Of course, my King." She proceeds to glide and press his shoulders, pushing his muscles to get them nice and relaxed. "I'd love to see you pin us both down though. And since you’re King now, you can check the animus gift vault in the royal chambers." Another swift pop came from her massage. Meanwhile Moon was struggling with overstimulation, her thighs clenching together as she tried not to cum again.

Winter sighs in bliss and waves his hand, pulling the vibrator out of Moon's pussy. She gasped and sighed in relief as it was pulled out, but her slit still leaked with arousal. "You can't focus if you're getting constant pleasure."

"T-thank you Master." She panted and focused back on making their dinner. The loud sizzling of their meat and the fumes reached Lynx and Winter's nostrils.

"Who told you, you could cook with that inside you anyway." Winter felt more pressure leave his now rippling muscles.

"M-my Queen, Master," she said truthfully. "I-it was a gift f-for me. Because I was so obedient."

"Lynx, did you tell Moon she could have the vibrator in while she cooked?" Winter turns his head to look at his queen.

Lynx paused for a moment, thinking of the right words to say. "I…I thought it was a clever idea to show her loyalty to us. I said she could take it out whenever she wanted, and the times I tried to take it out myself, she refused." Lynx gulped nervously though as Winter looked at her.

Winter looked back towards Moon. "And why didn't you take it out while you were cooking?" He raised a suspicious eyeridge, a bit of displeasure in his expression.

"B-because I like it. I love constantly feeling horny and aroused." She explained as she placed the meat onto the burger buns.

"Well, when you cook our meals, you must be focused, understand?" Winter addressed Moon with a deadly serious look.

Moon shuddered and yipped. "Y-yes my King!" She turned around to finish setting the plates. "A-anyways, dinner is ready for you." She brought out the plates and set them on opposite sides of the table. "Enjoy your Majesties."

"Mm, smells delicious. Thank you very much Moon." Lynx compliments as she gives a deep whiff of the burgers.

Winter nods and begins to eat. "So what have you lovely ladies done while I was away?"

Lynx giggled as Moon blushed. "Well, I got to experiment with some new toys on our slave. She enjoyed them quite nicely, didn't you Moony."

Moon pressed her thighs together, which were glistening with her juices. She crossed her arms to hide her bare breasts and nipples, shifting around nervously. "Y-yes, I enjoyed it very much."

Winter smirked and got a new idea. As exhausted as he was, his newfound power must’ve given him a very quick recovery. "Well, since you two had so much fun together, how would you ladies like to feel the wrath of my new strength?"

"Oh yes please my King." Lynx said happily, leaning over the table to kiss him.

Moon nodded eagerly with a deeper blush. "Y-yes Master. I would love to."

"Good, but let me finish first" Winter continued to eat in silence, slowly enjoying his meal to see if the females would get impatient.

"Of course my King." Lynx said as she ate her own meal, fairly quickly at first.

Moon shuffled a bit nervously in her stance. She wanted to be dominated by her King and Queen, ruthlessly abused like the whore she was. Just the thought made her shiver, and she wanted to masturbate right now. But it would be almost treason if she did it in front of her Majesties.

Winter smiled at Moon's movements and continued to eat as slowly as he could. Lynx noticed this and did the same. "Something wrong, Moon?"

"N-nothing my King!" She said a little too quickly. Her eyes trailed around his very muscular form, seeing the lumps that were his extremely buff muscles. He was just so powerful and now he had actual animus powers. It made her drip and shiver.

"Moon, I can feel your shivering from here. What is it?" he sets down his food to talk

Moon froze and looked away. "I'm just impatient, Master,” she said sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I want to feel your muscles pin me to any surface imaginable and... and ruin me." Her dripping pussy was now clearly noticeable as she spread her thighs a bit. She also used her arms to hold up her boobs instead.

"And what say you Lynx?" He turned his head and fixed his blue eyes on Lynx.

Lynx smiled. "I think I have a little more experiments to test on our slave~" She got out of her chair and walked up to Moon. She seductively put one talon on her boob and rubbed her index finger across her nipple. The Nightwing let out a shuddering breath as Lynx turned them both to face Winter, their boobs squishing against one another. "Go on my King, let's have some fun."

He narrows his eyes and focuses. Suddenly, both the girls have no choice but to stand at attention facing him, their arms to their sides and stiff. Frozen in place out of their own free will. "And as I said before, I want to enjoy my food" He continues to eat his food slowly, not letting the females go while they get aroused from just standing there. They looked at each other nervously, telling each other it was going to be a rough night.

Winter finishes eating and stands up a small burp escaping his maw. "So, how should I start with your girls?"

Moon gulped while Lynx attempted to shiver against the magic. "W-whatever you want, my Master." Moon said. "I...I would like some toys though."

"Y-yes," Lynx agreed. "Toys would be wonderful to use on us, my King."

As another further display of his strength, he lifts both of them onto his shoulders and trots towards their bedroom. Both girls exclaim as they're lifted over Winter’s shoulders as they look at one another nervously. Their asses jiggle and bounce as they approach the bedroom. He quickly throws Moon on the bed on her back and throws Lynx on top of her so that they are facing each other.

Moon and Lynx both grunt as they get thrown on. Their large tits squish together and their butt cheeks bounced against one another while both of their holes are in perfect view of their king. Lynx looks at Moon nervously before smiling. She put one leg under and over each of Moon's legs in a scissor position. She grabbed her face and began to grind their pussies together, making them both moan loudly as they both squeeze and grope their breasts. "Ready when you are my King." Their tails twined together in a lusty hold.

Winter growls as he freezes them again with his mind. "Lynx, let me make one thing clear. Although you are my queen, when you are in bed with me, I own you. I command you. You are nothing more than my property so you ask permission before you do anything. Understand?"

Lynx's breath hitched. She was so dominant and controlling with Moon today, that she forgot who was really in charge when the sheets were pressed against them. "I...I understand my King. You own me like I'm a slave like Moon and nothing more." The problem right now, was he froze them both at the worst time possible. They tried not to roll their eyes as their clits were squished against one another creating much stimulation for their loins.

He separated their sex organs and released them as Winter began to mount Lynx. His cock was already hard and throbbing, positioned against Lynx snatch. "Now you’re going to beg like the bitch that you are or else."

Lynx could only obey. "My King, please put your cock in me. Fill me with your Royal seed and make me moan like a slut. Use me like a toy and fuck me even if I pass out. Use your newfound strength to put me in my place!"

With that proper submission, Winter grabbed the back of Lynx’s neck and rammed his cock deep inside her. Spearing his cock in her folds and thrusting deep inside of her at a quick pace.

"Hnng!" Lynx eyes rolled back. The strength Winter obtained was unimaginable; it was arousing and threatening. She moaned loudly as Winter violently shoved his cock inside her, spreading her walls open as her mouth opened wide as she wailed her bliss. Her legs shivered and orgasm immediately overtook her. "M-my King. Please fuck me more!"

"If you insist" Suddenly, his cock began to grow in length and girth as he pounded it into her womb, then into her stomach, making sure he slapped her ass hard for her insubordination.

"Oh, by the Great Ice Dragon!” Lynx swore as she felt Winter's cock expand in girth in length. She came again across his cock as it tore through her womb and into her stomach. She couldn't stop moaning, and orchestra of sex noises escaped her as she was filled with Winter’s cock. Her mind was in a complete trance not even the hefty slap Winter made that left a mark on her cheek put her out of it. "S-so big my King. I beg, I beg my King! I want more!"

Moon was still underneath her, watching as Lynx was mindlessly abused by Winter's growing cock inside her. She felt the bulge of him on her stomach and she shuddered. Oh, she wished she was Lynx right now.

Winter would soon grant Moon's wish, smirking and using his new found magic to make a second cock grow of equal size that prodded against the Nightwing’s folds before he rammed it into Moon's smaller body.

"AH fuck!" Moon moaned loudly as the new appendage ruined pussy. She moaned like a proper whore, squeezing and massaging his dick with her walls as pleasure went through her entire body. Lynx couldn't stop moaning either, feeling every throbbing and twitch of Winter's massive cock inside her. She pinned Moon's arms to the ground in her lust-drunken state as another orgasm shot through her, squirting on Winter's crotch. Moon came soon after along the second dick, feeling it grow slightly in her and rubbing against her g-spot. Both girls were in total mindfuck, their pussies destroyed by Winter’s magical members and making their belly scales bulge out.

Winter smirked at their orgasms, and he only went faster as he grabbed Lynx's arms and pulled them back to his sides leaving her back arched and boobs exposed to Moon.

Lynx gasps as her arms are pulled back making her feel like she was put in a hogtie, her limbs strictly unmoving as she was used like a toy. Her tits bounced right in front of Moon's face. Moon would sort of get the implication and start to play with them. She groped and squeezed Lynx’s massive boxum, pinching her nipples and giving them some nice sucks as she was pounded along. She finally got to treat her Queen properly and enjoyed it. Soon, milk began to secrete from her breasts and Moon gulped it down like it was water in a dessert.

Lynx broke into another moaning fit with a flood of fuilds pouring out of her pussy and across the big butts on the two females and Winter's two dicks.

Winter still wouldn’t let up in slutifying his two spaces and continued to pound them, showing no signs of stopping as he reached out with his magic giving his talons a squeeze on Lynx arms which, to Moon, it felt like Winter was groping her tits aggressively.

"Oh~ Ah~" Moons felt her boobs gets squished and kneaded by nothing, confused but extremely needy and wet from it as her pussy gaped open by Winter's cock. She continued to lavish Lynx and kiss on her own huge tits while they both moaned loudly. Moon muffling into the round hefts of flesh.

Winter thrust the hardest he possibly can, feeling his two cocks rub against each other through his sluts. He roars and slams into both girls and started pumping gallons of cum inside both of them at the same time. Each massive, cold rope of seed shooting straight into their bodies.

Moons couldn't think straight as her body was filled with copious amounts cum. She brought her mouth up to Lynx and kissed her passionately. Both of the ladies’ stomachs swollen and bloated the sounds of glorp and glurrp came with each burst as Winter flooded them of seed.

During their passionate kiss, cum leaked out of their mouths, eyes widening as they realized their bodies were overloaded with seed. They both came soon after, a tsunami of femcum drenched their bask sides and Winter's crotch with an unbelievable amount of sticky and tasty fluids. They bloated each other, cum going in and out of one another via their mouths. They moaned loudly into each other while they came again in quick succession.

Winter, with his magic, forced his cum to stay inside as he pumped a few more gallons in. The ladies had felt this and their bodies swelled more than what they both could’ve dream of. Finally pulled out, making sure none of his powerful seed leaked, forcing the girls to hold it inside. If not, there would be severe consequences.

The girls were overfilled with cum, their bodies bloated like balloons. They pulled away from their kiss as all of his cum was trapped inside them. They were like condoms wrapped up after being used. Thick, cold seed was spilled and locked in their bodies as they were just filled to the brim and more. Lynx wiggled her belly, the loud sloshing of seed made both of them shiver.

"How much more do you girls think you can take?" Winter stood back and admired his handy work between Lynx's blue ass from all the spanking and moon's cum-soaked one. He was very pleased with himself seeing his slaves so ruined beneath him.

They both groaned loudly, their asses numb from the rough pounding they endured, and their bellies swelled as if they were carrying dozens of eggs. Realistically, they wouldn't be able to carry on with another round with their King, but the love and obedience for him would strive them for more. They both looked at each other and smiled, thinking the exact same thing. Lynx rose over Moon and clapped her fat ass with hers, the soft flesh rippling across before stopping. She turned to look at Winter in the eyes. "We will take as much as you want, Master,” She said, lifting her tail up and showing her gaping pussy, but also her unused tailhole.

Winter raises his head, shifting his eyes to look down at them. He sits back on a chair, his cocks on full display and covered in cum. He smiles at his slaves in front of him, seeing if they get the hint.

Luckily, they. both do. The females get off the bed and crawl to their master. They quickly start worshiping both of his cocks in kisses as they grope their chests and pinch rub their nipples. They are more focused on their bodies that Winter himself, which was a mistake Winter didn’t enjoy.

"Did I say you could touch each other!?" He says with a loud and low deep growl in his voice that seemed to shake the room.

The females’ eyes shot open with fear, and stopped touching themselves, quickly switching their full attention on the two cokes in front of them instead of themselves. As a collaborative effort, the two females worked, running their tongue and breath across his rods and sucking gently, taking off most of the oozing cum across his length. They gave Winter many lusty and submissive bedroom eyes, waiting patiently for more orders from their master.

Winter smirked and grabbed their heads to stop the worship. "Deep throat them. If you can't breathe, use your nose,” he commands, not caring if they choke on his dicks or not.

The ladies did as they were told. This time, Moon took the bigger of his two cocks in her mouth and pushed it past her throat and down her neck. She felt like it was going to explode from the massive girth to it, but she held on and breathed through her nose. Lynx did the same, but much easier as the cock she had was smaller. Deepthroating it with gusto and bobbing a bit before her snout touched Moons as other of his cocks were in the ladies' mouths. Their necks were bulging out largely from his members and they both huffed and sniffed his crotch.

Winter smirks and makes both his cocks grow, easily sliding down their throats with them already having it completely wedged in their maws. Both the girls' eyes widen as they feel his cocks go deeper down their necks, almost reaching their stomachs. "Play with yourselves, but not each other.” He ordered and petted their horns.

They moaned loudly as they started to play with themselves. Cupping and massaging one breast while taking one talon down and fingering their still soaking pussies.

Soon, they can feel his cocks touch their stomachs as he sits back and moans, using his magic to bounce their heads up and down as he puts his arms behind his head with a smile. “Good girls, soak it all in. Clean and embrace your Master.”

The girls couldn’t control themselves. They are moving out of free will, his cocks entering in and out of their stomachs. They loved it so much. Loved their necks and throats being spread open, face fucked like true whores and slaves. Tears welled from their eyes, but pleasure and the loss of thought and voluntary movement kept them sucking and groping and fingering. They were Winter's playthings and nothing more.

"Who's ready for more cum~" Winter growls. He doesn't let up his onslaught for their bodies; he even forces Moon's tail into Lynx's pussy and Lynx's tail into Moon's pussy. They choke on his cocks and suck harder, feeling their tails slide into each other's snatches made them moan loudly. They wanted more, they wanted all of Winter's cum. All of his cream to fill them like condoms. "GRLK GLK!!"

Winter uses his magic to force them to take his cocks right down to his knot, the tail go all the way in their wombs and start dumping gallons more cum into their stomachs. Their eyes widen as the knot’s expand their cheeks, they muffle out as their eyes roll, face swelled to the brim as their bellies swell. Their tails breached and wiggled into their wombs causing insane pleasure. Moon moaned louder as the spikes of Lynx's tail rubbed her insides. Their stomachs soon became too big for their bodies to handle. Expanding to almost 10X the times normally. They truly were condoms, filled and meant to be used and thrown away, except they wouldn't be thrown away not unless their King decided otherwise. They would be used over and over again until they would burst. They both came all across their tails and onto the floor, squirting violently from the combined arousing thoughts. The overwhelming euphoria of being filled with their King's cum and tails up their pussies was too much to handle.

Winter however, was in pure bliss as he dumped more cum into them, and he decided to direct it into their boobs with this magic. Their girls gagged as they felt their breasts expand just as much as their bellies. They sagged on top of the heap that was their bloated bellies, and their nipples became puffy and swollen like they were a mother dragoness. Their eyes rolled, controlled by Winter and his overflow of cum, filling them up so much. They soon began to secrete a mix of their milk and Winter's cum as they groped and squeezed their bust. Talons sink and disappear into their heft.

Winter finally stops cumming and lets them go, pulling his massive cocks out of their mouths. "Don't worry, your bodies will go back to normal soon~” He growled.

The females flop down to the ground as Winter’s cocks release. Their bellies and boobs pin them down, so heavy and filled with royal Icewing seed. They groan loudly as they can't move. Making futile attempts but give up after a couple. Saliva dripped from their maws and their girlcum dripped on their tails when pulling out with a squelch.

"Those are my good girls.” He says, waving his cocks and smacking them on the top of the sluts’ heads. “Now, will you let me rest?" He says as he stands up.

"Y-yes my Master." Moon says, panting heavily. "Of course my King." Lynx replies too. They are both still lying on the ground, completely immobile as milk and cum spews from their tits like a hole in a balloon.

With a snap of his fingers the leak is sealed and he walks off to his bedroom to get some sleep. The girls’ boobs and bellies slosh around in the night, the puffy nipples just begging to be sucked. Winter gets a peaceful night's sleep, while his condoms do what they were meant to do. Lay on the floor, filled with a hyper amount of cream.

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Winter woke up well rested in the morning. His two lovely slaves still had much more cum left to dissolve and absorb through their bodies. Luckily, for them, he wasn’t planning on fucking them senselessly today. It was time he finally conquered Pyrrhia, and decided to start with the Sand Kingdom. Going all the way to the Sandwing stronghold to meet with Thorn. He left the house, giving his condoms a slap on the boobs and asses before taking off to the Sand Kingdom.

His magic helped him get there with little time wasted, and so the sun wasn’t burning him alive. The palace came into view and another decision was made to not enter through the front gates. He was soon going to rule over the Sand Kingdom. He didn’t need to enter properly.

Slipping through a window, he landed in the middle of the palace floors, making his way up towards the throne room. He spotted the doors to her room along with two female guards guarding the door.
The first and more serious guard notices Winter immediately. They are both clad in metal armor, hiding their breasts and plump backsides. “What are you doing here?” The first of the guards asked demandingly. “State your business or leave.” They begin to brandish their spears, aiming them at Winter.

Winter smirked, putting on his irresistible charm as he walked a little closer. "The real question is…what are two fine dragonesses like you doing here? You're much too pretty to just be guarding some simple doors.”
One of the ladies — the second guard – flinched and blushed while the first kept their stern gaze. “We are protecting the Queen outside her chambers. Simply following orders.” The other guard was admiring Winter’s muscular form though. She was a dragoness that could be very easy to manipulate, and turn into another mindless slut. The other one might take some work.

Though Winter had magic. He managed to get close enough to the resistant one and softly touched her cheek, causing her breath to hitch, and looked into her eyes with his mesmerizing blue ones. “You’re much too beautiful to be a guard my lady," he says tenderly and softly.

“I…I…” the guard became at a loss for words. Winter’s cold touch was the warmest feeling she ever felt. Her spear fell out of her hands and clattered to the ground as she leaned into his talon. “Am I? I think that’s why I was chosen though…” she sighed softly, her pussy dripping onto the armor around her crotch, something about Winter just…aroused her and she didn’t know why.

The other, more easy of the two was jealous she wasn’t getting the attention of the big sexy Icewing. She wanted to feel him too, in more ways than one. She felt like… he was the one supposed to be giving orders to her. Not Queen Thorn.
Winter looked towards the other female and smiled softly at her. "I have some business with the queen. Why don't you fine ladies tell me where your dorms are, then I will meet you there after my business is done ok?"
The two SandWing ladies were stuck in a trance, admired by Winter’s strength and husky voice. They bowed to him. “Of course sir. Our dorms are a few floors down. You can’t miss it, and it’s quite large.” Said the female who was hypnotized by Winter’s touch. “We will see you there.” The female said with a slutty voice already knowing what he intended to do to them…and Thorn.

They both left with their spears and armor, and when they assumed Winter was out of their sight, they kissed each other passionately as they walked to their dorms.
Winter opened the door, entering the throne room. His eyes wander around the beautiful decor until he sees Queen Thorn sitting on her throne, talking to a certain freckled-faced Sandwing he once called his best friend. Once.
Qibli and Thorn turned to the door as it opened, both of their eyes widened in shock.

“W-Winter? What are you doing here?” He asked, completely baffled but also nervous. He was intimidated by his friend’s new body. He thought like a storm wondering how he got in shape so fast!
Winter had to bite back a snarl when he saw Qibli and heard his annoying voice, but he just directed his attention to the Queen. "I’m sorry if I'm interrupting something, Your Majesty, but I wish to speak with you in private." Winter said with a bow, no doubt his male charm affecting the queen.

While Qibli was baffled by Winter's sudden appearance, Thorn on the other hand was aroused looking at Winter. She smelled his musk with ease, and how he completely ignored Qibli and addressed her with a handsome bow. She was already turned on. She then smiled, “No need to apologize, Winter. Excuse me Qibli, but I will take this offer to talk to your friend.” Qibli grimaced as Thorn said they were still friends. He didn’t complain though and walked off, looking at Winter with a nervous gaze before leaving.

Winter's gaze locked on Qibli with an unreadable expression, even for the intelligent Sandwing he didn’t know his motives. He stared until he left then, he turned his attention back to Thorn with a smile, waiting for the queen to speak.
Thorn’s eyes locked to Winter hypnotizing blue eyes. “Well well, it’s a surprise to see you Winter.” She leaned back on her throne. “What brings you so suddenly to my palace? Is it about Moon? She disappeared when Qibli told me she came to visit you. But you would never hurt your best female friend, right?”

Winter smiled and walked closer to Thorn, looking over her body and flexing his muscles for her, which made the Queen’s cheeks grow red. “Oh no of course not. In fact, she is better than ever since she came to visit, apparently it was all Qibli's idea to cut me out of the only friend group I had…”

Thorn couldn’t deny she was slightly dripping in the small pieces of metal she had around her waist and nipples to hide the endowments of her body. “Well then, I’ll have a…stern talk with him after this discussion.” She spoke in a lusty and dominant voice, exemplifying that there wasn’t going to be a “talk” at all. “Anyways, what brings such an intriguing guest here? You’ve changed since I last saw you.”
Winter walked right up to her throne. He smirks and grabs her throat before smashing his lips with her, forcefully making out as he rubs her body. This stage of the seduction process was risky, but from Thorn’s reaction, it might splay much easier than the Icewing anticipated.

Thorn gasps as Winter grabs her throat, her eyes widened further as she was pulled into a deep and passionate kiss on her own throne. She kicked a little, swinging her barbed tail around as a threat. But then, she found herself accepting the kiss, moaning into Winter’s mouth as she let her body relax. She let him touch her, stroking her warm scales with his cool ones. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close and leaning all the way against the rest of her throne. “Mmm, wmmfrr.”

He breaks the kiss and strokes her cheek, her panting slow and heavy. "Why don't you show where your quarters are and we can continue this... discussion~?" He said, knowing what he had in store for Thorn.

She shudders a bit at his words and touch. “Right this way.” She said, picking Winter up in her arms. Even though Winter gained a few pounds of pure muscle, Thorn was still very strong and carried him through a tunnel behind her throne.
Winter was surprised when Thorn picked him up, something he would have to punish her for later. But for now, Winter allowed himself to be carried with a frown.

“I’m excited for what you have in store for me handsome.” She said, and Winter would notice Thorn seemed to be more of a romantic yet slutty milf. The milf side Winter could take full advantage of.
Thorn opened the door to her bed chambers with her tail. She set Winter down and strode over to the bed. She teasingly and sexily took off the metal around her breast and crotch. They fell to the floor revealing her massive tits with thick pink nipples and her equally thick thighs and plump as that jiggle with the slightest movements. She cupped one in her talon sinking into her flesh as she stroked the fin on the back of her neck. “Well sweetheart,” she leaned in and began to finger her pussy, “shall we begin?”

Within a blink of an eye, Winter rushed at her, grabbed a horn and shoved her onto the bed, quickly flipping their positions so he was on top and pinning the Sandwing down so she couldn't use her tail. "Let's get one thing straight, I'm in charge of you, you are now nothing more than my property." He growled in her ear.

Thorn’s eyes grew into a quick state of panic before she settled down a bit at Winter’s words. Unfortunately, she thought this was all fun and games. “Of course,” her arms and tail were pinned but she gave a slutty moan to entice Winter to fuck get brains out.

Winter slid a talon up to her neck and choked her, and rammed his massive cold cock in the Sandwing’s hot and leaky pussy. He was doing away with the magic for now, but he would soon use it all to make this Sandwing a whorey bitch.
“Oh fuck!” Thorn moaned loudly as his cock slammed deep into her. “O-oh yes!” She didn’t even care about being choked; she loved the rough treatment. “Mmph! Harder Prince, spread your Queen open!” She gripped her sheets, moaning loudly.
With a snarl, Winter let go of her throat, stopped thrusting all together, pulled his hand back and slapped her face hard. "You will not speak to me like that, you are no longer a queen and I am your King, am I clear?!" He slapped her again to show he was serious.

Thorn winced as her face was slapped. She looked up at Winter, a new horror in her eyes. This was not the same Winter, this was a lust hungry beast. And she was all for it. "Yes, I understand." She stroked his cheek lovingly. "I mean it, I will give you my body, demote me so that I am nothing but a royal puppet for you to serve." She spread her legs more. "Fuck me into submission Winter, I am yours hon."

Winter smiles and goes back to pounding the lights out of Thorn as slapped her boobs showing her no mercy or gentleness. "Of course, I will still need you to pose as the Sandwing Queen for now~"
She moaned loudly as her boobs were abused, red marks forming from his constant slapping. "Oh fuck yes! I'll do anything you want if I can get this cock at least twice a month." Her legs trembled and she came, splattering her hot Sandwing juices on Winter's cock.

Winter continued pounding deeper and deeper into her womb, not carrying that she climaxed as he choked her again. "You will get my cock whenever I say so!" He makes his cock grow in length inside of her puss, pushing past her womb barrier.
Thorn gasped, feeling his cock grow inside her. "Y-yes my King." She answered his earlier reply, breathing heavily. She looked into his eyes and there was a hint of romance in them as she hoped Winter would understand how she felt.
He growls and looks at her as if she is nothing more than his property, but he notices the look as he pounds his cock deeper now entering her stomach, causing her eyes to roll back. "You’re too late, I already have a queen you whore."
Even for a big Queen like her, she couldn't take what Winter packed between his legs and his newfound power. "I...I understand my King. D-don't b-blame me for trying to make this d-decently — AH — r-romantic." She panted, cumming onto his appendage and the sheets again, her body trembling on his cock as it keeps growing and growing.

Winter smirks as his giant dick continues to rearrange her inside as it crawls up her throat and into the back of her mouth. Winter simply stands up on his legs, and now he holds Thorn with nothing but his cock. With Thorn suspended she is completely powerless as Winter uses his magic to move her up and down his cock, and he grunts from the amazing feeling of an entire body moving along his cock.
Thorn feels Winter's length splitting her in two, her inside's being forced away as she is forced to keep Winter's throbbing member inside her. She throbs like she is his cock, feeling it stretch her beyond belief. Her throat bulges from the sheer girth of him. She gets choked from the inside, a living cock sleeve for Winter as when he stands up on the bed, she moves with him. Her mouth slightly opened from the cock tip in her mouth. Her arms, legs, and tail dangle as the rest of her is being held by her King's meat. Then she began to move, moaning and gagging as his cock went in and out of her throat.

He moves her faster, forcing to take his cock even rougher, showing Thorn that he can control her with such little effort, showing her how powerless she is compared to him. "How does it feel to be a part of my new empire?" He hissed, spanking her butt.
"GLK GLK!" Thorn can't speak as her body is ruined, her ass connected to Winter's hips as his cock completely enters her. She feels amazing, used, this was the best sex she's ever had in her life. She let out a long lusty moan squirting on Winter as she was split open.

Winter grunts and groans as he makes her slide faster, getting an evil idea. "Why don't you beg like a good bitch or you're in for a rude surprise?"

Thorn’s eyes widen, attempts made to speak through her constant gagging and being used as a penetrable for Winter's cock. "M-my -- GRK -- King, please fill me with your cock, stretch me -- GRLK -- beyond my own comprehension, making me a toy for you to--" she orgasmed but didn't stop speaking, "to destroy. My Master please~" Her entire body stretched as it was held up, Thorn couldn't think about nothing but being a living cock sleeve.

Winter uses his magic to snap her mouth close, and forces Thorn all the way down on his cock, then pushes her head against the wall. He huffed and forced himself to stay as deep as he could as cold cum exploded from his cock.
Thorn could feel his cum going through his cock before it spewed out of the tip into her mouth. Cum splatters out of her nose and even her eyes as the rest of her body gets filled with cum.

Winter doesn't care, he continues pumping in this useless slut that was once a strong queen, now just another living cock sleeve for his empire. He moaned with each spurt of cum filling up this Sandwing whore with everything he had right now.
Her entire body swells like an overstuffed condom, gallons of seed dumped into her like she’s nothing. Her entire body shudders, not a single part of her body would escape from the tsunami that was Winter’s dragon-sized cock.
After almost 5 minutes, Winter finally stops cumming. He snaps his talons so his cock returns to normal size, causing Thorn to flop onto the bed again. He quickly pulls out and seals her pussy, trapping all the seed inside of her body.
Thorn’s face was covered in cum and her body overstuffed with it. Her form was sloshing around like a living condom. She groans and moans shuddering as her pussy is closed shut. “M-my King. That was wonderful…”

"Good, now you stay here and absorb all that cum like a good girl~" He hops off the bed and strolls out the door. “You leave this room, and I’ll personally set you in a glory hole.” He huffs some frost breath and slams the door shut.
Thorn groans slowly as he watches Winter leave digesting all the fun in her body. Her body was ruined, just an exhausted cum dump for her new king. She closed her eyes and fell asleep knowing it would take a long time for the tons of seed to absorb through her body. She wouldn’t move like Winter asked, only wanting to be a slut for him and not all of her pent-up subjects.

The halls of the palace were decorated as per Sandwing culture, but some…lewd modifications could be added now that Winter was in charge. He searched for his next destination and remembered what two certain dragonesses told me. He finds what he’s looking for; the dorms, and knocks on the door.

Inside, the two females were fucking each other hard. The room was humid and musty as they radiated heat and lust. They scissored and kissed and groped their tits until they heard Winter’s knock at the door. The first female quickly hops off and opens the door, and as soon as she sees Winter, she turns around and bends over, fingering and spreading her pussy open. “Please fuck me first master!” She begged immediately.

"What were you guys doing in here?" He says, completely ignoring the begging slut in front of him. He took one smell of the air and a frown forming on his face.

The guard on the bed shuffled nervously. “W-we didn’t get into anything t-to serious.” She said in a voice, clearly lying. Their pussies and butts were shining with juices, but they haven’t cum yet; only kissing and playing with each other.
He uses his magic to make them stand upright shoulder to shoulder while facing him, having a look of seriousness. Both Sandwings are surprised to find their bodies moving on their own, but they assume this was the work of their new Master.

"Well before we begin, I need you ladies for something.” He said, lifting their chins and smiling. “You’ll both do nicely~”

They both shuddered in anticipation. “W-what is it Master?” Said the first guard (The once strict one).

"I need your help to visit a certain old clawmate of mine, and I want you 2 by my side weather you wear armor or not is up to you but get ready." He lets them go of his magic.
The females pant a little, finding the magic being handled on them thoroughly exhausting. They both look at each other and nod. They retreat into a room out of Winter sight, and when they come back, they are dressed in sleek black latex stockings, gloves, and wing sleeves. “This is our armor of choice Master.” They say striking cute poses.

He sighs and shakes his head. "Whatever, just follow me. And I'm your King, not master." He turns to walk out and makes sure they are following with a stern glance.
The two ladies follow cutely. Their tits, hips, and asses shake as the latex doesn’t cover it up. They walk with Winter side by side and are loyal to him and him only.
Winter walks a familiar path till he reaches and specific door and pounds his fist on it, ready to chew Qibli out for everything he has done. "Hey sand snorter open up." The way Winter said it sounded very hostile, as if Winter wanted to rip The Sandwing’s tongue out.
Qibli was writing in a scroll when he heard the banging on his door. When he heard Winter’s voice, fear rolled through him. Qibli slowly approached the door and sighed. He turned the lock and opened it slowly.

Before Qibli now stood a very strong and angry Icewing, and 2 very hot Sandwing guards wearing the same scowl that Winter had like they were his mindless drones. "I want answers, why did you cut me out of the friend group?"
He backed up a little nervously at what his former friend would do to him. But despite this, he answered calmly. “W-we didn’t. We all thought you were fine in Sanctuary. We were all busy with our own things. We never…really had the chance.” He saw the two sexy guards and smiled trying to hopefully distract Winter long enough for him to come up with a plan of escape. “But hey buddy, are those two for me? I um…”

Winter smiles then laughs at Qibli’s attempt to distract him, but he saw right through the Sandwing then once his laughter dies down he glares at Qibli with a smirk down. "You expect me to buy that shit?! I know yall have been writing and seeing each other. Moon told me all about it." He smirks knowing he caught Qibli red handed.

The SandWing gulps, for once the Icewing saw through his critical thinking mind which was new and it scared him. “I…” he sighs. “Alright you win. What do you want Winter? B-but, I really am sorry for leaving you like that. It’s something none of us should’ve done.” Qibili says, putting his head down. The floor suddenly became very interesting despite the hot Sandwing guards, but he soon looked back up realizing something. His wings flutter a bit. “I’ve also heard of this new ‘empire’ you're starting. Really Winter, a harem?”

Winter looks at him and his eyes seem to sparkle with happiness. "Yes really and guess who was the first member of my empire" He leans maintaining his smirk and gestures for the guards to be ready in case the sandwing attacks. "Your darling nightwing dragoness, she is now my mindless slut and she loves it, completely forgetting about you." He say haughtily like how he used to speak back at JMA.

Qibli gasped but quickly calmed down. “I figured. So that’s why she hasn’t come back, because you fucked her like a toy and turned her into a slave!” His voice rose and he jabbed at Winter’s chest. “What the fuck is wrong with you! I thought you were better than this. Guess being alone for so long and getting bored of masturbating by yourself has finally put you out of your shell.” Then he slapped him across the face. “So do what you want. I’m not bringing Moon back from the mind break you put on her!” He snarled, flicking his tail barbed threateningly.

Before Qibli could act on any of the thoughts in his head Winter froze him, and forced him into an attention position with his magic right after he slapped Winter. The 2 guards were quickly side by side slightly in front of the Icewing ready to protect him at all costs, raising their tails above her head threateningly. "That's not how it's going to work. You are going to become part of my empire. I don't need friends anymore but first, where did you hear about my harem?"

Qibli tried to fight off against the new powers Winter acquired, not thinking about how he got them, but it was futile. It felt like he was buried in sand but he could still see and breathe. "Riptide.” He said defeated. “Riptide sent a letter to the Academy talking about it. I eavesdropped on Sunny and Tsunami's discussion." He explained more focused of the guards and the tail barbs and inability to move.

"So JMA knows.” He says stroking his chin in thought like some kind of super villain Qibli couldn’t believe what his former best friend had become, all this just because he was lonely. He only thought one thing now as Winter spoke. This is my fault. “I will have to accelerate my plans” He turns to his guards. "Take him and make sure he is tied up at all times and unconscious until you reach my palace in Sanctuary, understood?" The Sandwings acknowledge his orders and they watch him briefly as he takes off towards JMA flying fairly fast with his face set with grim determination; he didn't care how young they were as long as they were breedable.

Qibli was taken to Winter's new palace in Sanctuary. When he came too, he groaned loudly and when he tried to reach for his face, strict tightly bound ropes held him to the bed. His eyes widened in shock as he tried to break free. Until the door creaked open and Moon walked in. "Hello ex-boyfriend." She said with a gleam in her eye.

Qibli knew this wasn't the Moon he fell in love with so he squirmed more. Moon hopped on his chest and pressed her boobs to his face. "You like, they're still a little inflated when my King stuffed me earlier this week." She said, it almost didn't sound like the shy loving Moon that he fell in love with.

Qibli continued to struggle as he couldn't fight back his arousal. And as Winter went to conquer Jade Mountain Academy, Qibli would be broken into a mindless slut, just like his ex-girlfriend.

Chapter Text

Winter landed just outside, in the dark of the night the three crescent moons providing less light than the sparkling stars that seem to shine ominously over the massive silhouette of Jade Mountain Academy against the night sky. He takes a few seconds of his valuable time to admire the sight. Phyrria is truly a beautiful place, then he snaps his talons teleporting Lynx right in front of him. "Sorry if I interrupted something but I need you here we need to take JMA now"
Lynx was very confused and disoriented due to the sudden change in scenery; she nearly fell but quickly caught herself and then listened to her king. She quickly nodded and walked with him inside. "I've never been here before. It truly is a lovely place, maybe we can turn this into a giant sex dungeon, my King." She thought out loud stroking her chin and looking around at the massive cave entrance.

Winter considered his queen’s words, for he had similar thoughts "Yes we should and we could teach the dragonets the ways of our empire, but for now I need you to take care if Clay for me while I get Tsunami" Lynx nodded and left to search for Clay after Winter pointed her in the right direction then he walked towards the headmaster's cave to find her sleeping on her bed and he closes the door quietly and locks it with a smirk.

Tsunami lay comfortably sleeping on her bed, unaware of the Icewing that just entered and the danger he posed to Phyrria’s future. Tsunami had breasts bigger than both Moon and Lynx, her dark blue nipples jetting out from her bust. She has a lean hourglass figure with a massive pump rear to which any dragon could get lost. She also was a tiny bit bigger in the belly last time Winter saw her. Winter wondered briefly if she was gravid or just simply eating more and exercising less. However he quickly conducted it as the latter Tsunami and Riptide weren’t exactly known to be together often, or for very long. When she stirred a bit her tits swayed back and forth and her ass ripple and between her legs was her perfect and incredibly appealing pussy.
Winter carefully turned her on her back so her massive tits would be on full display when he pounded her, briefly stopping to stare as they swayed and jiggled from the movement, then once he got her in position he slammed his big cold cock deep inside her warm and surprisingly wet pussy and quickly started thrust as Tsunami yelped as she was jolted awake, fighting the sudden pleasure that went over her pussy. "What the fu -- Winter!" She exclaimed seeing the Icewing thrusting into her. "W-what are you - AH - d-doing - OH - h-here?" She moaned in between her sentences but tried to fight off the temptation of his cock for a bit.

"I'm taking JMA by force." He says through the thrusts and staring down at Tsunami as if she were a toy and slams himself faster and deeper breeching into her womb rocking her whole body back and forth and proudly showing off his muscles to the Seawing Princess.

Tsunami's boobs bounced up and down making a light clap as they made contact with her body, her nipples swinging as Winter started picking up speed. "Wh-what?!" She exclaimed before moaning. "B-but Winter, t-there are dragonets! That's too far!" She looked at his big bulky muscles, and her pussy began to wet, slickening his cock to go faster inside her. "AH~" She couldn't hold it in anymore. Her mind started to become foggy, moaning loudly as she was hammered open.
Winter choked her as he continued to relentlessly pound as he realized she was losing herself and soon to become a part of his empire. "I don't care how young they are, here they are all breedable." Which was true every dragonet here has gone through at least one heat cycle which meant they could take his seed. However first he had to focus on the task at hand, so he uses his magic to shove Tsunami's tail up her own asshole.

She gasped for breath unable to think about more but her breathing and the cock being relentlessly ravaging her pussy. She wailed loudly as her own tail shoved forth in her dry asshole. She shuddered and came, and being a Seawing, it was massive, drenching all of Winter's crotch including the bed. "Ah fuck. Winter, oh yes. Please f-fuck me more." Tsunami, the fiercest dragonet of destiny, was close to being broken. Now almost completely loyal and, forgetting Winter’s words, that JMA will soon be a part of his new empire; she only cares about her own pleasure right now.

Winter continues to choke her as he continues pounding the Seawing beneath him as she is close to being one of his mindless sluts. Tsunami's eyes rolled in the back of her head and arched her back as she opened her mouth; her tongue rolling out of it and said. as another violent orgasm wracked through her body. She moaned loudly, her breath turning into nothing but slutty pants as she moaned and begged to be stuffed. "Please, I need more Winter. Please cum inside me!" She wailed. Thus finalizing the fate of Jade Mountain Academy. Winter smiled knowing Tsunami, the fiercest dragonet of destiny had been broken and slammed deep into her womb pumping gallons of cum into her as she begged for it like the total slut that she was now.
Tsunami came one more time as she was filled with Winter’s fresh virility. She could feel her body temperature drop as she felt her king’s cold cum filling her up; inflating her like a balloon “T-thank you…my King…” she breathed and fainted as she hadn't experienced so much pleasure in well ever. Winter smiled as he pulled out and was mildly impressed when nothing leaked as he admired the sleeping Seawing his thoughts wandered to Lynx.

Lynx walked in the direction that Winter told her to and she wondered just how big clay was. Surely be bigger than her king, right? With that last thought she snuck into Clay’s room. She gasped light as she saw his large muscular body, but it was nothing she couldn't handle after all he was smaller than her king so she quietly walked over pinning him down but careful not to wake him and expertly began working his cock out of its sheath.

Clay stirred in his sleep meaning slightly as his cock drew out of his slit. “Mm, not now Peril…” he mumbled as he tried to roll over. Clay was not very bright and thought Peril would be the only one touching him but he didn’t register why she was so cold he didn’t care he just wanted to sleep. However, Lynx continued expertly pumping her talons along his thick shaft.

Clay was still asleep, licking his chaps as he let out a shuddering breath. “P-Peril, I said I don’t — hold on, why are you so cold.” He said finally realizing the drastic temperature difference and opening his eyes.
"Hello, Clay." Lynx said in a smooth yet lusty voice as she stopped pumping and put her talons on his chest, lined her pussy up with his cock and slammed herself down and his thick fat cock and moaned loudly as she took his entire cock all at once.
"Hey, y-you aren’t a stu—OH~” Clay moaned loudly as Lynx sat down on his thick length. Mudwing’s were very big by comparison to other tribes but Lynx took his cock like it was nothing. We moaned, thrusting his hips up into her. “Wow, this feels so good~”

“If you think this feels good just you wait you Mudwing stud.~” she leaned forward so Clay got a good view of her big, soft, white tits and leaned her forearms on his chest as she slammed herself down harder and faster causing a loud clapping sound each time their scales connected.

Clay goes into a state of panic as he feels more pressure on his chest, and the pace suddenly gets faster. He’s never done it this hard with Peril so it’s new for him. Not to mention he couldn’t help but stare at the bouncing boobs of the mistery Icewing the seemingly fucking him for no reason. “Ah~ Oh moons yes. Mmf, f-faster w-whoever you are.” Clay says already beginning to lose his mind.

Lynx moans loudly as she continues to bounce on his cock. She keeps going faster and faster until her tits bounce in almost a blur and clap loudly on her chest. "I am you new queen~ OH fuck~” Lynx says through her moans and pleasure. While this Clay couldn’t go as deep as her King, he was stretching her wider.

Clay hears the loud clapping and goes up to squeeze her breasts moaning and he thrusts up into her. “A-alright! W-whatever you say your Majesty.” Clay wasn’t the smartest dragon which made him easier to overcome even with his cock was massive and stretching her out.

After Clay grabs her tits she rises back up, spreading her wings and putting her arms above her head to show off her whole body, and of course to look as big as possible. "Mm fuck thats right~" Lynx bounces faster, as Clay gropes her. Her thighs begin to burn from the extremely fast and long bouncing. "Do you like these big boy?~” Lynx asks, giving the Mudwing stud half-lidded bedroom eyes.

“Mm, they’re fantastic. Bigger than Peril’s.” He squeezes them and thrust up harder after seeing the sexy Icewing’s face CLay lost all control. He thrusted his MudWing cock as deep as Lynx allowed, throbbing inside her as he exploded with cum from the best sex he has ever had cumming deep in her womb. “Oh fuck yeah~”

Lynx throws her head to the ceiling, practically screaming as warm, thick Mudwing cum enters her cold body. Once she recovers Lynx looks down at the Mudwing beneath her, putting her hands on his chest as feels the cum quickly filling her up as she continues to moan from the feeling forcing her belly to swell. Hopefully the spell that Winter cast on her worked otherwise she would be having a large clutch of Mudwing eggs, but she trusted her king and his judgment. "Oh~ that’s it, fill up your queen. You are nothing more than her toy~" Lynx says through breathy moans; Mudwing cum still filling her up. “My my you were pent up weren’t you big boy~”

Clay moans loudly as he fills Lynx with massive amounts of Mudwing seed. Thick spurts fill her womb to the brim as a lot of his white seed leaks out of her pussy. He gropes her breasts harder and starts to suck them without a care in the world as he continues to fill Lynx. Clay continues to suck her tits. “Yes my Queen.” He chuckles a little sheepishly. “Sorry my Queen Peril has been teasing me without a release but I’m glad I could deliver for you.” He would love to do this for the rest of his life if that meant bloating dragons up like balloons.

When Clay finally stopped Lynx got off him then plops herself down next to the Mudwing, allowing him to continue sucking, kissing, and licking her boobs as she enjoys the feeling. She closes her eyes and blissfully sighs as she rapidly begins to digest the cum. Clay pants heavily. That was the biggest climax of his life. He pants heavily, stopping his worship so he can speak. “Oh my moons. I want to do that again and again.” The two just laid there and Lynx allowed the burly Mudwing to play with her assets, she only hoped that her King was having just as much fun as her.

Winter looked upon the used Seawing with little to know emotion ready to continue his plans. "Now where is your weird little Sandwing?" Winter smiled devilishly. Normally Tsunami would protect her friends till the day she died however right now Tsunami could barely think straight, and would now obey the Icewing standing over her blindly, so she’s able to get out a few words. She massages her tits and while doing so, still unimaginably horny. “H-her office. D-down the hall…” Winter nods and turns to leave but stops at the door. "Alright no sex until I say so. I have some things to attend to." Tsunami Just nodded knowing what he was going to do and there was nothing she could do about it. “Yes my King.” Tsunami says as she falls asleep on her bed. Winter walks over to Sunny's office and softly knocks on the door.

Sunny was incredibly worried when she heard a knock on her door. Winter was her previous student and now he wanted to put every dragon under his rule with sex and slavery. It was hard to believe she wanted to cry. She knew who was at the door and she could hear Tsunami’s screams from down the hall. She called from her desk and through the door. “Winter…please…don’t….” Winter, not wanting to waste time, kicks the door down repairing it with magic as he enters and looks at Sunny. "Who have you told so far?" He said as he overlooked Sunny's petite body not really liking what he saw and began walking towards her his well toned body on full display; he looked strong enough to lift Clay over his head. Sunny backed up against a wall, tears forming in her eyes, she didn’t not have many large features about her. Her tits were small and her ass wasn’t that plump like Lynx or Tsunami.. “I-I h-haven’t told many. T-tsunami, Qibli, and… and Kinkajou…” She sat down and curled into a ball. She was too scared to even fight against him and she didn’t care how muscular he looked.

Winter narrows his eyes using his magic forcing her to stand straight up at attention. "Well I guess the last loose end is Kinkajou. You made a terrible mistake by exposing my plans. Now you will become a part of my empire, but first let's change that body.” Sunny winces as she’s forced to stand up. She couldn’t look Winter in the eyes, but her eyes widened as she felt her boobs grow larger than her head and she felt her ass enlarge as big as Tsunamai’s. Sunny would have fallen over if Winter wasn’t holding her with his magic. Her fate became clear, he was going to fuck Kinkajou but before he would fuck her. It scared her, she couldn’t believe what was about to happen to her, so she did the one thing she could do. She went up and hugged Winter. Her tits smushed against his muscular chest as she cried. “Winter please. I’ll do anything else. Don’t…don’t do this to me.” She sobbed against his chest, her eyes closed praying to the moons the old Winter was still in there somewhere.
However this was who Winter was now so, he used his magic to force her to stand straight up after pushing her away slightly. "It's too late now even if I did stop here I would still be facing war, prison, and execution. Do you know how it feels when your whole tribe thinks you're a disappointment?"

Sunny looks away sniffling. She hated to admit it but he was right the only way to move forward without huge amounts of bloodshed and strife would be for him to continue on his conquest. “I…I understand Winter, and I can’t imagine what that’s like, But please don’t put it in me, I’ll do anything else for you!” She begged. “I…I’ll worship you some other way…” She said, wincing at her statement. Thankfully she was enchanted to stand still otherwise she would be on her knees. However, Winter shook his head and spoke. “The chance of rebellion is too high." He said then he uttered another spell. "I enchant Sunny of the Sandwings to obey my every command."

Sunny pointlessly pleaded as Winter recited the spell, but her voice immediately stopped and she stood perfectly still. She cried as she was now in the hands of her former student, who intended to do one thing. Breed her. Winter then spoke after a brief pause that seemed to last forever to Sunny. "You may speak freely." However, he still doesn’t let go of her with his magic as he walks around her sizing her new body up. He gives her ass a loud smack that echoes off the walls. “I give Winter.” She said with her head hung low, as she winced as Winter gave her ass the hardest slap she had ever received. “I… want to say I’m proud of you for making an empire if it wasn’t so… inappropriate.”
Winter smiled devilishly, his piercing blue eyes looking straight into bright and fearful green eyes and spoke. "Good then you should have no problem becoming a mindless slut then. On your knees" Winter said as his big blue cock came out on full display for the small now sexy Sandwing

Sunny had to obey due to the magic. She went on her knees, fresh tears rolling down her cheek, as her face came right in front of his massive cock. She couldn’t move, only doing what the magic allowed her to. Winter looked down at her and said. "Now beg for it like a good girl." Winter swayed his cock right in front of her face, occasionally hitting her nose with it.

Sunny refused to look up at Winter and flinched ever so slightly as his tip hit her nose. Forced to obey she spoke, “My wonderful King. Please, stiff me with your fat cock, stretch me out, and give me all of your cum. Make me another slave for your empire.” She winced as she spoke. She hated the words that came out of her mouth.

Winter decided he would break her without the spell. “Sunny of the Sandwings no longer has to obey my commands." Winter said, but before Sunny could do anything he grabbed her horns, forced her head forward, and shoved his cock right down her throat. "After this, I will have control of the entire Sandwing royal family." Winter smiled, he knew the kind of impact his word would have on the Sandwing who was currently forced to hold his cock down her throat struggling to breathe.
Sunny tried to reel away from Winter but she was pulled into his cock. She couldn’t have exclaimed because that was the moment his fat cock went into her mouth and bulged her throat. Then when Winter told her what he had done to her mother she began to cry. Her strong-willed and fearless mother was just another slut to him. She gagged, too much meat in her mouth to comprehend. She just sat there tears welling in her eyes as Sunny was choked down by her new King and his massive appendage.

Winter then began to roughly thrust his cock into mouth and down her throat pulling her head with his thrusts, causing her face to mash against his body with her long and powerful thrusts. "Don’t worry Sunny once this is over you can join you mother and Qibli once all of this is over, and you will love it my dear~"

Sunny whimpered, the rough treatment felt terrible for her, but his musk had a strong effect on her. However, tears still welled up in her eyes and some even escaped down her cheeks. Every time her nose was pushed into his crotch, she would get the desirable smell she found to quickly enjoy to the point it was making her wet. And she hated it.

Winter looked down on Sunny as she made a lot of desperate noises as he continued to pound her throat. Winter noticed Sunny look up at him with a pleading and tear stained face but it only seemed to cause Winter to go faster, because then his used his magic to put Sunny's own tail up her pussy. "Soon you will be a part of my empire. Just another slut in the kingdom."

Sunny moaned loudly as her tail went up her own pussy. Sunny had to stop herself from gritting her teeth; she couldn’t imagine what Winter would do to her if she hurt his tool. Her eyes rolled back as her tail thrusted back and forth soaked in her arousal. She couldn’t believe she was actually wanting this and wanting to obey Winter but she had to keep resisting for the future of Phrryia and the Academy.

Winter smiles sensing that she is close. Speaking of close Winter was also close to a release, he knew his load would be too much for the little Sandwing but that didn’t mean he would stop. Instead he slams her head forward and starts pumping gallons of cum down the little Sandwing's throat with each rope of cum making very loud glorps.

Sunny feels every thick, cold rope of cum dumped down her throat. Since Winter was holding her head against his crotch with his cock down her through she had no choice but to swallow it all quickly filling her belly. She subconsciously put her talons on her belly as she felt the cold potent seed fill up her stomach, but it didn’t stop there. Her eyes widened as Winter’s constant cumming caused her belly to bloat every second, as she hit her own climax, squirting cum all over her tail and the floor.
Winter holds her head as firmly as his cock pulsates in her throat with each spurt as he keeps pumping cum down her throat. “That’s it slut drink it all up. How does it feel to be under my control?" Winter looked down on her like she was a toy and gave her face a slap then with his tail he gave her ass a good whack causing it to jiggle.

Sunny rubbed her tummy slowly filling with Winter’s seed. Then when Winter slapped her she whimpered, not quite fully broken nor did she give any answer to his question instead she looked down the best she could with the appendage still in her mouth. She stopped thrusting her tail inside herself, pulling it out, refusing to moan, and she drank down all of Winter’s virility.

Winter finally stopped cumming and looked down at Sunny breathing ice crystals from his snout. Sunny looked back up at him with her broken state of mind; however, Winter could still see shreds of Sunny’s former self in her eyes, but he decided to test her. Winter pulled out and looked right in her eyes which seemed to sparkle with fear but also extreme lust. "Now how do you feel about my empire?~"

Sunny gasped loudly and started taking deep and rapid breaths as the cold appendage was finally removed from her throat. She lurched forward on her hands and knees with her head down still panting loudly, and her tits hang and wobble slightly. As she continues to catch her breath, she sees some of his seed mixed with her saliva come splattering out of her mouth. “I-it’s wonderful my King.” She said although a hint of Sunny’s true nature still lingered.

Winter narrowed his eyes no doubt, detecting traces of Sunny’s old personality. So he decided that he was gonna try and hypnotize the rest of her old personality out. Winter leans down and grabs Sunny’s chin who was still conflicted, and it was written all over her confused face. “Please, my king, help me see clearly, I’m so confused.” She begs so Winter puts his cock right in front of her face and sways it back and forth. "Don’t worry it will all make sense soon, just focus on my cock. Block out everything else."

Sunny stares at his cock, watching it throb and Sway back and forth. She slowly felt the conflict resolve inside herself, the reasonable voice telling her to rise up and resist drift away, and the need of wanting the large meat inside her, as well as the meats’ of many other males grew louder and bolder.

Winter smiled as he watched the Sandwing perfectly follow his cock and the confusion was slowly replaced with a lustful smile as he continued to sway his long, thick cock. "You are now under my care and command, your old weaker self is gone, you now belong to me." Winter said hypnotically watching as Sunny went into a trance.

Sunny listened to every word he said and believed it. “Yes my King. I am yours. I am a slut for your glorious empire.” She believed it now, she was weak and helpless before, but now that her king showed Sunny her true self. She was stronger now, ready to take any cock for the good of the empire. “Thank you, Your Majesty, for the improvements on my body.” She rose to her knees gripping her now large boobs and looking submissively up at her King ready to carry out whatever orders he would give her next.

"Good now don't do anything until I give the word." Winter went to leave but turned around. “You are welcome for the improvements my dear, you are now under my care.” Then he turns to leave, heading towards Clay’s room to see how Lynx is doing with the large Mudwing.

"Yes my King." Sunny got up on her feet and returned to her desk like nothing happened and beamed when her king gave her acknowledgement of her gratitude, she was now hopelessly in King Winter’s clutches. The only noticeable thing was the expanded belly, which jiggled and sloshed around anytime she moved.

Lynx was playing with Clay dominating him into submission and doing so many things to make him moan. After Lynx recovered she decided she wasn’t done and she found out that her body digested other males’ cum remarkably fast, no doubt a spell from her king. "Yes, you're a part of our new empire. You're going to be one of our special dragons with how much you produce~" She said while Clay was a broken, moaning mess, and almost constantly pumping cum into the Icewing. However unlike before it wasn’t enough to bloat her belly.

"Lynx your time is up, we need to get the librarians before they catch onto what’s going on, so I need you," Winter says from the door looking expectantly at Clay for him to bow to his rightful ruler.
The Mudwing shot out a glob of seed all over himself and some on his queen, before he spotted Winter. His eyes widened and he fumbled off the bed and bowed. "My King, I don't think there's a need to handle...Starflight was it. Sunny will take care of him, or maybe that other Nightwing. I don't know her though."

"It is not your place to speak Mudwing."Winter barks at Clay who shrinks back from the stern tone and the dirty look that both royals are giving him. Winter then turns to Lynx "Come on I want us to break the Dragonets Of Destiny personally. Then he leans in and whispers: “Besides my Queen, I know you are enjoying being the dominant one~”
Lynx upon hearing this shudders and smiles in anticipation. “You know me so well darling so yes please my King." She said she took his hand and followed him out. "I can break Starflight, you can break the other pathetic worm." She suggested knowing what her mate was thinking.

"Exactly what I was thinking." Although Winter has a tough persona and an air of power about him, part of him still can’t believe he is going to rule the continent with the perfect dragoness as his queen. Winter walks towards the library seeing the blind librarian and his lover right next to him. Winter take a moment to look over Fatespeaker's petty body, her tits were smaller than Sunny’s old ones however she had a bit of a bubble butt. But the main thing that Winter didn’t like is that she wore leaf coverings which hid most of her body from view.

Fatespeaker admires Starflight's build and blindfold as the two dragons walk in. "Oh, Winter!" Fate said as she recognized the student. She gasps, "Oh, is that your mate? Rats, I thought I would predict this." "Winter?" Starflight said surprised. "Hey how have you been?"

Winter faked a polite smile putting on his gentleman charm that has swindled so many females. "I have been doing great my dear. I actually need to talk to Fatespeaker in private if you don't mind." He says with a kind smile. While Lynx smiled knowingly.
Fatespeaker looked away with a blush at Winter’s display and bit her lip. "Um, of course." Starflight said although unsure and a little suspicious. "And may I ask who the dragon...ness is next to you?"

"Oh it’s my mate and she needs to speak to you in private." Winter winked at Fatespeaker who in turn started to visually tease him by turning sideways and wiggling her covered booty. Winter then takes Fatespeaker into a private room as Lynx walks up to Starflight.

"Hmm, alright." He said taking his confusion away. "So uh, Winter's mate. What brings you here?" Lynx smiles and gets behind the desk with him. “Oh don’t worry I’m sure you will love it.” She grabs his face and slams her lips against his. Meanwhile Fate walked with Winter to the private room. She admired his bulky muscles as they were much more bumpy than Starflight's. "Forgive me for asking Winter. But may I touch you...?"

Winter smiled and spread his arms and legs a bit so Fatespeaker would miss a detail. He knew Fatespeaker was going to be remarkably easy to break. "Sure, touch all you like, But first remove your coverings."
Fatespeaker smiled and obliged with little resistance. She removed her coverings blushing madly, feeling so exposed in front of this strong and powerful Icewing. Her body was just like Starflight; lean and average but with more feminine qualities. She touched his muscles caressing her talons over the bumps as she gawked and panted, biting her lip. "Wow, they're so big..."

"Would you like to demonstrate how strong they can be?~" Winter says seductively and leans close to Fate's face with a seductive smirk. She didn't stop rubbing his muscles as he spoke and Winter didn’t want her to stop, because it was one of his favorite things, having females rub his muscles and watching them get hopelessly horny.

Fate smiled. She knew exactly where this was going. "Yes please~" she said with an expression matching Winter's as she moved both of his talons on her shoulders. She bit her lip in anticipation, her face still extremely red. She was nervous because it wasn’t her first time. She had a feeling that Icewing would make it feel like her first time again.

Winter smiles at the Nightwing’s eagerness and, with one arm he picks Fate up by her shoulder, careful not to hurt her too much, and throws her on the bed. Winter then grabs her wrists and pins her arms above her head. "Before we begin let’s fix that chest" he makes her tits as big as Sunny's with his magic. "That's better."

Fate lets out a few grunts as she's pulled on the bed. "Oh wow, so strong~" Any resolve she had disappeared when Winter pinned her arms above her. Oh she was so excited now. She gasps as she sees her tits swell, she moans loudly and goes up to cup them. "D-did you do this?” She asked Winter, who confirmed with a nod. “Oh thank you. Now I can smother Starflight with them." She giggled not even caring how he did it. "But that's after...right~?"

Winter’s massive cock slides out at full mast and he chokes her lightly with one arm, still holding her wrists with the other, all with a smile on his face. "Oh don't worry when I'm done with you all you will want is cock~" Before she had a chance to speak he slammed himself in the tight little Nightwing beneath him.

"OH FUCK YES!" She wailed. Winter's cock was so much longer and thicker than Starflight's she was already dripping wet so his cock penetrated her with ease sliding in and out of her pussy as her eyes rolled. "I want it. I want more juicy cock~"
Winter couldn’t believe how quickly Fate broke. All he did was insert his cock into and her was already a cock hungry slut. He then starts pounding Fate hard, pressing his pale blue, cold scales against her warm black ones as he slides in and out with ease.
“Winter oh yes. Please. harder. Fuck me harder!” She cried, cumming on his cock as she was ruthlessly spread open. She continued to moan uncontrollably as her whole body was rocked back and forth due to the powerful thrusts from the Icewing on top of her, causing her tits to bounce up and down from the momentum.

Winter stopped choking her but he continued to pound her. He pulled his hand back and slapped her face. "You do not give the orders I am your king understand?" Winter barked no longer being sweet or nice instead just focusing on breeding this female under him no matter what it takes.

Fate winced at the smack and tears stung her eyes but, with the relentless pounding to the cock that was currently assaulting her womb she went straight back to moaning. “Y-yes my King. Ah~” She arched back and her eyes rolled back in her head as she went through another mind shattering orgasm. But she kept her back arch due to overstimulation, because Winter showed no signs of stopping.

Winter continues to pound her, the sexual feeling fading, but it is still pleasurable to see Fate’s broken and drool stained face as she is completely overstimulated. Despite this, breaking females is starting to feel like a grind so goes harder and faster making a loud wet clapping sound each time his hips connect with hers as he tries to finish as soon as possible.

Fate leans her head back on the bed in her own drool but she doesn’t care; basked in the overwhelming pleasure of her King. She moaned loudly as her walls squeezed his length and milked him of her seed. “My King, I-I ask you nicely to finish inside me!” She came again as her walls grew ever tighter.

Winter approved of Fate asking politely to give her his precious royal seed so granted her request. He roared and rammed himself inside her, pumping his cold cum directly inside her womb as it quickly began to fill.

Fate gasps in a soundless choking moan as she is filled. She felt a wave of cold as her King deposited his seed directly into her. She tried desperately to hold her orgasm, for she wanted to keep as much of King Winter’s seed as possible but she was too overwhelmed and her juices leaked out of her snatch. King Winter kept pumping his cum deep into her womb causing her belly to swell up with seed as her womb was filled. She’s broken and panting heavily, loving how much she was flooded.

Winter stopped cumming making sure she was nice and full. However before he pulled out he choked her. "Now I'm tired of females letting all my cum seep out of them so you hold it all in, understood?"

“Yes my King. I will hold it in.” satisfied with this answer, Winter pulls out. Fate clenched her pussy, keeping the gallons of cum stored inside her. It’s tough but she pulls it off.

Winter let her go and looked over her body. She looked like she was pregnant however Winter made sure she wouldn’t be, but still he looked over her body making sure she was to his liking. Satisfied he spoke. "Now tell me where a certain fire scale Skywing is." Winter looked at Fate as if she was just an object.

“I…I haven’t seen Peril in a long time. But she might be at the underground lake with Turtle.” Winter smiles and leaves Fatespeaker and goes to the underground lake looking for Peril trying to follow the smell of smoke. He finds Peril sleeping by the lake and draped under her wing is Turtle the Seawing. Winter smirks and leans his shoulder on the wall crossing his arms. "Well well, if I didn't know any better I would say you two are cheating on each other's SO'S." Winter speaks loud enough to wake them up. The two dragons wake up with a start. Peril went into a battle stance and then relaxed when they saw Winter above them and they both blushed. “We’re not cheating, just being friends.” Peril had a massive butt that matched Clay’s muscles. Turtle on the other talon, was pretty fat and chubby.

"Peril, can I speak to you alone?" Winter says, resisting the urge to glare at his former friend. But he fake smiles and stands up walking towards the two letting his arms fall to his sides. Turtle however did not trust Winter. What is he hiding? Turtle thought in his mind, casting a spell. He was already very suspicious and even if he didn’t want to use his magic, he had a hunch that something told him to. But what Turtle didn’t take into account was that Winter sensed the spell and froze him and Peril with his magic. "What did you just do Turtle?" He was now furious.

The two sexy dragons had varying looks on their faces. “I said what are you hiding and it gave me…that.” He said, talking about Winter’s new empire. “Winter, how could you do that, to Fate, Sunny, Moon, MY SISTER!” Oh he was furious.
Winter was unwavering in Turtle's anger after all he was powerless right now "Don't worry Turtle." He said just as Lynx entered the cave, he summoned her telepathically shortly after he left Fatespeaker. "Soon you will not feel that way." Before Turtle could cast another spell Winter cast his own "I enchant Turtle of the seawings to lose all of his magic no matter what protection spells he has."

Turtle’s eyes widened. He felt the tingling in his claws melt away. He was no longer and animus and tears began to form in his eyes. “W-Winter.” Peril said, flabbergasted. “H-how could you?” Her eyes scanned his body and she kept looking him up and down, unsure about how to feel about everything going on. Instead she pulled Turtle into her boobs and let him cry. “Winter, promise me you’ll give him his powers back as long as we join, whatever you’re doing.” Peril lowered her head in defeat seeing no way out of this situation. Turtle looked up at her from her tits. “N-no. You can’t.” Peril just gave him an apologetic look.

Winter looked at Peril’s sizable boobs; they were almost as big as Lynx's which was a nice surprise. He looks towards his Queen and nods, still holding Peril with his magic. "The Seawing is all yours my queen~” Lynx smiled and walked up to the two. She pulled Turtle away from Peril and flipped her over on his back. She sat on his crotch and ground her pussy across his slit. He whimpered, unable to fight back the pleasure as his cock came out. Meanwhile Winter smiled and forced peril on her hands and knees and walked behind her big plump ass and gave it a big loud smack. "Beg for me bitch."

Peril flinched at the smack, and was surprised that Winter’s hand didn’t burn from it. She bent down and raised her rear in the air and spread her cheeks with her talons. “W-Winter, please spread me open. M-make me a part of y-your empire. I will sacrifice myself for Turtle.” “P-Peril. Don’t AH~” He moaned as Lynx took his dick in her pussy. His claws dug into the ground as his cock was rode.

"Oh it's simple, you are both becoming a part of our empire." Winter grabbed Peril’s waist and he shoved his cold cock deep inside of the burning Skywing. The temperature difference was almost enough to make him cum right there, but then he started to pound her with no remorse. His groin slapped on her ass causing it to ripple as her body was rocked back and forth.

Peril moaned loudly. It was so cold and the sensitivity caused her to cum immediately. “Oh fuck yes. I-it’s so much bigger than Clay!” She wailed as a bulge appeared across her abdomen. She had to go down on her forearms for better support, making her tits scrap against the stone and she was thrusted back and forth but she didn't care, the pleasure was overwhelming. Turtle groaned and grunted precum shooting into Lynx’s womb as Lynx rode him like there was no tomorrow. Her arms were above her head and her perfect round tits were bouncing in clear view of the Seawing. Wet plaps echoed from both of their fuckings.

"This is only the beginning. Think of all the dick you could have in my empire." Winter says. He makes a second cock grow to the same size as the one that is driving into Peril and slams it into her asshole, pounding her so hard her whole body rocks back and forth with loud claps. Turtle couldn’t help but hear Winter’s words but he thought how much perfect pussy he could have if he gave in. No, he shook his head. He must stay strong.

Peril gasps loudly as another cock gets inserted into her rear. She claws at the ground. The sound of the scraping claws gets lost in a wild set of screaming moans and arches her back and her eyes rolled back as her mind is broken. “Hah! This feels amazing. I want cock all day!” She thrusted her butt back into Winter’s hips causing both of his cocks to go deeper inside her. Her mind now belongs to her king and queen. “Oh fuck! I want so much dick!” She moans and squeezes his shafts, begging to be filled to the brim.

"That's a good girl. I am your king, what I say is law repeat that." Winter says driving his cocks as deep as he could inside the Skywing. He continues pounding the once fierce champion, giving her fat ass another loud smack. The sound echoing off the cave walls with the rest of the sex sounds.

Peril moaned loudly, her holes getting stretched more that she could comprehend. “Y-you are my king. A-and what you say is law!” She came again. Winter smiled and looked over at Turtle to see his face as he thrusted into Peril and started to pump cum into her ass but not yet into her pussy. Winter kept thrusting as fast as he could not let up. Peril felt the cold seed go deep inside of her passage and fill her up. “Oh yes my King~” She cried happily with a shudder. Turtle watched in horror as Peril submitted herself to Winter’s harem. He tried to resist the pleasure of Lynx’s cold pussy gripping his dick, but it was futile. He roared as his seed exploded into the eager Icewing, her pussy milking him of his Seawing orgasm.

Winter smiled, delighted at the reaction and submission of Turtle to his empire. He turned his attention to the Skywing under him as his cock in her pussy started dumping gallons of cum inside her. Winter hilted himself inside her with now both his cocks pumping cum into her.

Peril’s eyes rolled back as she came on last time. She rested her head on the floor, panting heavily as Winter drained his cum right into both her holes. She felt her belly rapidly expand, with the cold Icewing seed, causing it to press against the stone floor. “T-thank you my King~” She sighed. Meanwhile, Turtle clenched his teeth and tried to fight back but the pleasure eventually overwhelmed him and he lay on his back, moaning his heart out as Lynx rode him like a slut. “I-it’s too good.”
Winter pulled out of Peril’s now swollen body letting his cocks retract and watched as his former friend became a part of his empire. Peril foolishly reached her talon over and spread her pussy, feeling the cum drain out of her as she sighed happily, unaware of her grave mistake. Then she looked over at Turtle. Too lost in the lust she tried to go over to Turtles so she could go over to the Seawing and sit on his face and fill his mouth with Winter’s cum and her juices. But before she could make it Winter growled and grabbed by the throat throwing Peril throwing away from Turtle. "I'm making a new law: no female is allowed to let the royal cum out of their body unless given permission." He shouted glaring furiously at Peril and cowered beneath him. Winter shakes his head and looks back towards Turtle to see how he was doing with Lynx waiting to test him so see if he broke.

Turtle moaned and struggled to fight but he couldn’t resist Lynx’s perfect pussy. He thrusted upwards and that broke the same. His tip shot copious amounts of Seawing seed, once again, flooding her womb and more as it dripped out of her pussy. Lynx held an almost insane smile, smiled down at Turtle as she rested her arms on his chest taking his seed like a true slut. Turtle held his head back and looked up at Winter. “I…I am yours, my King. B-but may I please have my magic back?”
Winter thought for a moment. Having an animus ally would prove useful, but he had to be careful and make sure that there was no way it could be used against him. "I enchant Turtle of the Seawings to have his magic back, unable to do any harm to the royal family of my new empire" Winter spoke. He decided having Turtle with magic as an ally would be very useful.

Lynx got up satisfied with the Seawing cum inside her, although it wasn’t nearly enough to make swell. Then, Turtle got up soon after. “Winter…can I have a hug?” He said looking down nervously. While he was a part of his empire he was now unsure what to do; he was never a sexual dragon, but he soon would learn to be or pay the price.

Winter looked at the nervous Seawing with a hard look. "First, what are you supposed to address me as?" Winter said, crossing his arms and looking at Turtle expectantly with a raised brow.
Turtle gulped, growing ever nervous, subconsciously flashing his scales. “M-my King…” he answered with a heavy swallow. Looking down, not in shame, but in submission.

Winter, detecting that he still wasn’t broken, decided to cast another spell. "I enchant Turtle of the seawings to obey mine and Lynx's every command no matter what spells he casts." Once he is done with the spell, Winter then hesitantly opens his arms for Turtle.

Turtle’s eyes widened, but he sighed in defeat. He walked up to Winter and hugged him. “At least wait for the dragonets to come of age.” He quickly said as he felt around his muscles. He breathed softly, starting to feel safe again, hoping he could reach the old Winter.

Winter sighed and shook his head "No that gives them time to escape. If they figure out what's going on here, we could end up with war. Would you rather have that?" Winter said knowing that if he stopped now it would be far worse than if he claimed the entire content under his rule.

Turtle, realizing that King Winter was right, sighed defeat. “N-no my King…” He says hesitantly, pulling away. He could still think straight but he’d have to obey King Winter and Queen Lynx, but something in the back of his head told him this wouldn’t be that bad. Might honestly be better than what Darkstalker tried to do because Winter seems to care and listen to his subjects.

Winter watched Turtle for a moment as he accepted his new role, and then he relayed his orders. "Now I need you to get Kinkajou here by any means and don't mention that I'm here. I want it to be a surprise." It wasn’t a total lie he would be completely surprising Kinkajou, but it would be in a completely different way.

Turtle nodded he didn’t want his mate to be dragged into this, but he couldn’t resist the spell. He exited the cave leaving the three dragons alone. Turtle expected Kinkajou to be in her sleeping cave so he headed there first. Lo and behold, the pink and yellow Rainwing was trying to write something on a scroll.

As Turtle left Winter turned to Peril and gave her her orders. "Peril I want you to gather the teachers and have them gather all the students in the prey center." Winter was going to have the teachers assist in the takeover because if he did it himself well he would be here for months.

“Of course my King.” Peril skips out of the hall, her ass and boobs bouncing up and down. She gathers Clay, Sunny, Tsunami, and Starflight, all under Winter’s rule to help gather all the students in Jade Mountain. Meanwhile, Turtle returns to King Winter and Queen Lynx with Kinkajou in tow. For a Rainwing, Kinkajou did not have the body of one. It screamed slutty and slave material. Her breasts are large, bigger than any Winter has ever seen. And her ass jiggled with each step. As soon as she spotted Winter. She ran up and gave him a big hug. “Oh my moons. Igloo face!” She said, nuzzling her face into his chest. Still oblivious as always.

Winter staggered slightly and the small Rainwing barreled into him, but he regained his balance quickly and hugged her back. She only came up to about the base of his neck so her massive tits were currently mashed against his lower chest. Then his face falls as he speaks. "Are you aware that Qibli cut me out of your friend group?" He says with some suppressed hostility letting the slutty looking Rainwing mash her large boobs on his body and dismisses Turtle with a nod.

Kinkajou froze for a moment and backed up at Winter’s aggressive tone. “T-that’s a harsh way to put it Winter…” She looked away before her eyes lit up. “But now you’re back! And much stronger than I saw you last time. I uh, didn’t take t-the news well about y-your… empire. But then I looked at myself and I realized…” she took her tail and slapped her ass. Her cheeks rippled from the contact. Not to mention she couldn’t hide her arousal to Winter’s bulging muscles and stature. “I was born to be a slut. For you Winter…”

Winter smiled down at the small Rainwing. She was probably the first to come before him willingly and offer herself to his empire. Winter made a note to reward her for that. "I didn't realize you would become quite the slut for me" Winter maintained his smile and dismissed Lynx with a wave of his talons, wanting time alone with this new slutty side of Kinkajou that he never knew existed.

Before Lynx left she stopped and asked. “May I have some more fun with Turtle my King?” She waited for his response as Kinkajou said, “I know right? I didn’t think that would go through my head either b-but I have the perfect…um features? For you.” Simply just being around Winter clouded Kinkajou’s judgment. She wanted his cock and access to any cock, and she didn’t care what she had to do to get it even if it meant giving up her mind and body to this tall and powerful Icewing.

Winter turned to Lynx to answer her question. "No, you may not. I need to start breaking students.” Winter watched her walk off. Then he turned his attention back to Kinkajou and smirked deviously. "Now why don't you dance like a stripper for me~" Winter spoke in a deep voice and looked at her seductively. He didn’t even have to breed her to get her to submit to his empire but he still was going to give her a dicking like no other she would receive.

She rubbed her thighs together, her crotch getting moist with her juices. She looked around the room and saw a stalagmite that ran the entire height of the cave. She began to dance like the stripper Winter asked her to be. Grinding against the rock and spread her legs, shaking and cupping her tits and clapping her ass at Winter. Each movement she made, caused her assets to bounce and sway like Winter had never seen before. He would have to make more girls dance for him. "I'm surprised you even know how to dance like that." Winter said as his massive cock came out ready to play with the slutty Rainwing. "Faster." He commanded.

Kinkajou went faster as requested. She couldn’t help but bite her lip at the sheer size of Winter’s breeding tool. It wasn’t like anything she had seen before it was more like a flag pole. She spread her legs along the pole going upside and swinging on it using her tail. She pinch and played with her boobs while smearing her soaked thighs along the makeshift pole.

Winter made himself a chair and sat down his big throbbing cock on full display for the slutty Rainwing. Winter decided that it was now his turn to have fun with Kinkajou. "Now walk over here as seductively as you can and kneel before me and call me daddy." Winter barks at her knowing she would do whatever she had to to get his cock inside of her.

Kinkajou stopped her dance, which honestly relieved her because the thin rock pillar was cracking slightly. She stepped down and slowly strutted over to him carefully and slowly stepped one foot in front of the other. She swung her hips out as much as possible, and left her arms behind her back arched her back to give Winter as much of a view as possible. When she got close enough she slowly got down on her hand and knees, her massive boobs hanging low enough to drag on the cave floor. She then slowed down to a crawl and flicked her tongue out like a pet trying to be as submissive as possible. “Hello Daddy,” she said, putting her hands on his knees and raising her head coming eye level with Winter’s massive tool. It was so much bigger up close and she couldn’t wait to take the whole thing.

Winter was very pleased with her performance and he would make sure that she would have a high place in his empire. Winter leaned forward, grabbed her chin, and forced her to look into his eyes. "Now are you gonna be daddy's good girl and suck his cock?" Winter said, looking down at Kinkajou as if she were a toy waiting to be used.

“Of course Daddy.” She said as her chin was grabbed. She looked into his eyes, shuddering, then she looked back at his cock after he let her go, and licked her lips hungrily before putting it in her mouth. She sucked on it gently, getting used to the girth, length, and temperature of it before bobbing her head and moaning softly. Savoring the taste of her master’s cock. At this point, she didn’t care if she was a slave or not if it meant she could get cock like this every day she was all for it. Winter sat back with his arms behind his head and sighed with bliss as he felt her warm mouth around his cock. For the first time since the start of his empire, he let a female go at her own pace.

Kinkajou went deeper on his cock, going until it hit the back of her throat. She gags and pulls away. “S-sorry daddy. Y-you’re my first…” She still couldn’t believe how big he was. His cock hit the back of her throat and there still was about a quarter of the cold meat to go.

Winter admired that. He was her first and yet she was so greedy for it like she had been slutting around the whole school. Not to mention her body was sure to draw a lot of attention so, Winter was surprised, to say the least. "Really? You never did it with Turtle? Or anyone else for that matter?"

She shook her head. "He never wanted to hurt me or something because I'm too fragile. I'm not fragile. As for others, I’m too loyal a few did try and rape me though, but they forgot I had venom." She said with a smirk, then determination and lust overcame her as she steadied her hand on his knees and forced herself to take his whole cock, sucking it lovingly and giving Winter the bedroom eyes.

Winter was more impressed that this Rainwing managed to protect herself enough to stop such rowdy males. Winter’s train of thought was cut off when Kinkajou took his whole cock. He couldn’t help but moan as she did so, then he looked into her eyes then down to her boobs and smiles. "Use your boobs as well; like the tool that you are."

She cups them in her arms, her talons disappearing into the mounts of flesh as she squeezes and gropes hard. Assuming that is what her daddy wanted. But it wasn’t. "Put your tits on my cock you stupid slut." Winter says growing frustrated.
Kinkajou, startled, doesn’t dare stop sucking, and motions her massive tits and raises them onto his legs. She pushed them forward as her cleavage engulfs his cock. The only thing that is visible is the top which she sucks greedily. She then moves her massive jugs up and down as she pulls her head up and looks at him with bedroom eyes. “What's next daddy?”

Winter was quite pleased that this Rainwing was being so compliant, but Winter had to test her. "Keep going till I cum bitch." Winter smiled and looked down at Kinkajou as she did as he asked. She raised her boobs and stroked them along his cock, the warm mounds of flesh and her soft lips sucking his cock filled Winter with calming pleasure as her tail wagged. Her mouth drove into her own cleavage but her king’s cock was so tasty she didn’t care. Kinkajou pulled her mouth away but still kept rubbing her tits across his length. “Would daddy wish me to do something with my tail~” she said, kissing his tip. She shivered at the cold member that she was currently treating.

Winter thought for a moment. He could give this Rainwing a nice reward and let her pleasure herself, or he could just get to breeding her and give himself the pleasure as well. After some thought, Winter decided. "No but get on your hands and knees so I can properly claim you into my empire~" Winter says as he stands up. Surprising Kinkajou as her massive tits slide out from around his cock and she staggers a moment before steading herself on her knees.

“Yes daddy~” she says in the most submissive, disgusting slutty voice imaginable. She gets down on her hands and knees, spreading her legs as far as they go and using her talons to open up both of her cheeks to reveal her holes for Winter’s entertainment. “I’m ready Daddy~ I want to become a part of your sexy escapades.” Her pussy was soaking with her juices, more than Lynx and Moon when they were being fucked combined. She felt some small discomfort when she felt her massive tits splay out on the ground, but she didn’t care it was worth it.

Winter mounted her easily pinning her down then, suddenly, he shoved his cock and it instantly breached her stomach. Kinkajou let’s out a sharp moan as her virginity is broken and Winter clears her out with his cock. “Oh yes daddy!” She cries, feeling his weight on her body as she’s pinned to the floor. Even through all the bosum, Kinkajou is still pretty skinny, causing his cock to bulge out of her stomach. Kinkajou could no longer control herself when Winter began pounding her, and the feeling of his groin slapping on her fat ass. Then suddenly he grabbed her arms and puts them at his sides causing her to arch her back lifting her massive jugs off the stone floor. Kinkajou couldn’t stop moaning overwhelming pleasure filling her for the first time. She cums all over her length in a tsunami of her fruit smelling Rainwing juices as she feels her tits rock back and forth wildly slapping on her body. The ways she’s handled turns her on even more and she cries. “Yes Daddy! Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. Ah~ I love you daddy!”

Winter growls possessively, he couldn’t believe how easy Kinkajou was to claim. He was expecting her to be shy and resistant to his empire. What he did not expect was this moaning mess of this Rainwing slut beneath him. Winter thrusted harder and faster and due to sensitivity he was close. “Get ready for my seed you whore.” He says through his growls and moans. Shortly after he slams into her and starts pumping gallons of his cold Icewing seed inside her.

Kinkajou let’s out a soundless moan as she’s filled to the brim. Her eyes roll back in her head and her tongue rolls out of her mouth as her belly swells with royal seed and it makes her cum again. Her juices mix with Winter’s cum as her body rolls into the best feeling in her life. “Yes daddy, fill me~” she softly moans as his seed slowly dumps into her womb and the rest of her body. She shivers as her body gets colder as more seed gets dumped into her.

Winter smiles at her submission and obedience and he gets an idea. While he was building his empire to be one of daily taboo sex, he also wanted a slut for himself from each tribe and Kinkajou seemed to fit this role perfectly. "How would you like to join Moon as a one of my royal sluts" Winter says grunting as he keeps pumping cum into her small color changing body.

“Y-yes daddy. I’ll please you just like Moon will.” Her eyes became hard with determination. And added: “I will make you proud daddy.” Her belly swells even more till it’s full, then Kinkajou feel the could seed rush up her throat so fast she didn’t have a chance to brace herself as cum spurts out of her mouth. “Y-Grrk-yes!!!”

"Good now unless I tell you otherwise your are to call me your king understood?" Winter commanded then finally his orgasm stopped with some last minute spurts and he held himself inside her catching his breath. Then Winter pulls out and waits and sees if Kinkajou will try and keep his seed inside of her body.

Kinkajou loves the amount of seed filling her. She wants it inside of her forever. She feels the last few spurt as they fill her mouth and she drools Icewing cum. As her King stopped she caught her breath then prepares herself. Kinkajou squeezes her pussy hard only a little dribble some out but it stays all inside. “Y-yes my King.” She says with giddy excitement. “This is going to be so much fun Win— I mean my King.” She quickly corrects herself as to not upset His Majesty.

Winter helps her up as she regains her bearings and struggles to stand, partially due to the rough pounding and also the amount of seed inside of her. After Winter noticed Kinkajou steady herself and stopped her legs from shaking he gave her her orders "Go to my palace in Sanctuary. There you will see Moon and she can show you what it means to be a royal slut.”

Kinkajou nods and scurries off flying back to Sanctuary. She gets greeted by Moon where they both treat themselves to many toys and passionate kissing and hugging, no sex though as their King would be furious.
Winter watched as Kinkajou left. Now it was just him alone in this under ground lake. He smiles evilly and walks back towards the prey center delighted by what he has accomplished. The Jade Mountain Academy has fallen, and in its place shall rise The Jade Mountain Strip Club where the future dragonets of his empire shall come to learn the ways of his empire.

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In the prey center, all the students of Jade Mountain are standing around. Some are munching on prey while others ask the teachers why they were brought here. None of them answered besides some half-truths. The Dragonets all looked at each other knowing they all got fucked by their new King and Queen. They noticed King Winter entered and all the teachers gave him a subtle bow. Winter responded with a slight nod. Upon seeing this a few of the teachers grabbed a few students of opposite genders and led them to private rooms.

Winter smiled as some dragonets were dragged off to be added to his empire, but he was after the Seawing royal family. Winter looked through the crowd and found the two Seawing sisters he was looking for. He started walking through the crowd trying to ignore the stares from the dragonets. "Auklet and Anemone come with me." He said in his friendly voice. He had to be careful, after all, Anemone was an animus he had to be careful until he got her under his command. Winter however had a feeling about Auklet, he couldn’t quite describe it but he had a feeling when she succumbed to his empire she would prove herself an invaluable asset.

Auklet and Anemone were surprised to see Winter. “Um, sure.” Anemone said, She was suspicious about Winter but when he spoke something about the kindness and smoothness of his voice dissolved her suspicions. Anemone picked up Auklet in her arms and walked toward Winter. Auklet was old but a lightweight and Anemone had gotten much stronger since Winter last saw her.

Winter leads the Seawing sisters to a more private cave so none of the teachers would try to interfere. He closed and locked the door which was a newer addition. The doors themself were made of wood and it still smelled of the rainforest. "Before we begin I enchant Anemone of the Seawings to not be able to cast a spell while she is in this room." He looks over both of the young females’ bodies. Anemone did not share her older sister’s assets, her boobs were small yet firm and perky and she had a lean hourglass figure with a somewhat plump ass. Auklet on the other hand was younger so her body wasn’t fully developed however Winter had a feeling her assets would get bigger than Tsunami’s and grow to be stronger once his empire was fully realized.

Anemone gasps as she feels her power gets stripped from her temporarily. She holds Auklet close, hoping to protect her. “Winter what are you doing?!” She shouts at him. “What the hell do you mean by ‘begin’?” Anemone got her suspicions back, but Auklet however was curious about what was going on but she stayed quiet upon hearing her sister’s anger.

Winter was unfazed by Anemone’s outburst, after all she was powerless against him. "First set Auklet down." When Winter says this Anemone feels compelled to set Auklet down; she tries to resist but ultimately sets Auklet down. "That’s better. Now why don’t you girls show off your bodies to me." Winter said with a smirk knowing there is little the Seawing sisters could do to him.

After Anemone drops Auklet, they both nervously look at each other. Realizing Winter’s intentions they hesitantly back away from Winter. Winter watches them with a cold yet somewhat amused gaze as Anemone whispers something and Auklet runs toward the door while Anemone charges at Winter.

Winter simply holds Anemone away at arm's length, then when Auklet reaches the door and tries to unlock it. Suddenly the door swings open revealing Tsunami who scopes up Auklet before she bolts out the door. Auklet squirms a bit as she doesn’t know who the dragon that grabbed her was, but once she did she settled down. “Calm down Auklet, Anemone. Winter just wants to teach you a lesson.” She brought Auklet over to a bed and sat down on it. She very calmly stroked the smaller dragon’s boobs and gave her a peck on the head. “It’ll be alright.” She winked at Winter.

Winter frowned at the eldest Seawing sister, not pleased by her presence but she proved useful. So he decided to allow it. "Oh I have to add one more thing." Winter snaps and both the younger seawings match their older sister's proportions. Auklet filled in beautifully for her young age with a perfect hourglass figure and better than average tits. Anemone on the other hand her tits grew almost as big as her older sister’s with her ass growing to accommodate.

The two ladies exclaimed as their boobs and breasts grew closer to their sister’s. Now they all have plump, jiggling boobs and butts. “Ts-Tsunami, what’s going on?” Auklet asks as she feels so much pleasure rolling through her body from her expanding bust. She had never experienced anything like it but she secretly enjoyed the feeling and craved more. Anemone, on the other hand, tried to land a punch on Winter after she recovered. Anemone was not interested in whatever Winter was trying to do.

"Don't worry your about to find out" Winter says and let's Anemone's punch bounce off him doing nothing to the big strong Icewing. Winter flashes Anemone a smirk then out of nowhere chains grab Auklet's arms and bring her to her knees. Then he pushes Anemone down on the ground watching her tits bounce around wildly as her ass hits the stone floor and gets on top of her holding her down with his weight. "Tsunami would you like to stay and watch?" Winter huffed, he didn’t really want her here but she was freshly broken so he wanted to seem at least a little fair and just.

Auklet screams loudly in a panic as chains wrap around her arms and pull her. Tsunami, weary of the glare she was getting from her king, put her hand over Auklet’s mouth and reassured her that this was all a part of it. Anemone is surprised at her punch bouncing off his body before she’s pinned down to the ground. She gasps as Winter’s heavy body gets put on top of her and she quickly gives up. “Oh, I would love to stay.” Tsunami says as she grips Auklet’s boobs and grinds her own pussy on the younger Seawing’s tail.

Winter growled and picked Tsunami up with his magic and threw her to the wall. Winter made sure her talons were not touching the ground. Leaving her arms and legs spread along the wall leaving her body completely exposed. "I said stay and watch, I don't want you touching my new toys. I will punish you later but first." He looks back towards Anemone, still holding Tsunami against the wall, and rams his cock into her, easily breaching her stomach.

Tsunami winced as she was slammed against the wall but watches like a good girl so she won’t receive a harsher punishment than she has already earned for herself. Anemone wails loudly in pleasure, eyes rolling and her tongue flops out of her mouth as she feels the cold appendage assault her insides causing her belly to bulge with Winter's member. Auklet gasps and gets worried for Anemone's safety but Tsunami quickly explains that Winter can be rough with it which calms her down. Beside the mention of being called a toy, Auklet was curious about what the two were doing.

Winter chokes Anemone as goes faster, showing the spoiled princess no mercy. Part of it was to break the other part was how spoiled and stuck up she used to be. Winter then looked over at Auklet’s curious expression and he had an idea for her. "Auklet come here." He commands as the chains fall away and vanish back into the stone as if they were never there.

Anemone gets her air taken from her feeling the dominance of Winter rush through her mind as she comes up with the perfect words as she gives herself to her new King. "O-oh yes! H-grng- so hard and big. Oh fuck!" Auklet hesitated before strolling over to Winter with her hands innocently behind her back unintentionally showing off her perfect figure to Winter. "Um, what is it." She looked at her moaning sister who just came with a loud cry, her curiosity ever-growing, and even a small part of her growing an emotion she did not yet understand.

Winter smiles and stops thrusting as he looks over her body briefly. "Lay face down on top of your sister." Winter knew Auklet was innocent and inexperienced, so he was going to absolutely ruin her; he was going to make her the sluttiest of her sisters. Winter already had big plans for her. If everything went right here he would give Auklet a high position in his empire.

"O-okay..." she approached her sister and stepped over her before awkwardly lying down struggling to find the perfect position. Their boobs squished together as the smaller princess got comfortable with everything. Auklet had the sudden urge to kiss her sister yet she didn’t know why but she held back. Something in the back of her mind told her the Icewing that was dominating her older sister wouldn't like that. Anemone looked up at Auklet and smiled. "D-don't worry Auklet." She kissed her. "You'll enjoy this a lot." Auklet was surprised by the kiss but something inside her head took over as she quickly dominated her sister’s mouth, surprising the older dragons in the room as the youngest princess furiously and dominantly made out with her sister.

After the initial shock of Auklet’s dominant behavior Winter smirks and resumes his thrusting almost violently as his second cock grows and squeezes in Auklet's tight unused pussy. As he thrusts, his cock in auklet continues to grow in length as he prepares for the utter destruction of the younger Seawing.

Auklet gasps as something unusual is pressed up to her pussy before slipping inside. "W-what is th-tha-- AH~" She suddenly moans as his new cock stretches her out and grows, going past her womb and filling her. Unable to think through her wails and cries from this new feeling, she kisses her sister more passionately, for she loved this new feeling. Auklet was already beginning to crave it everyday. However unlike others she would be the one to dominate.

Winter continued pounding the Seawing princesses as his cock in Auklet kept growing, sliding into her stomach and up her throat. He was a little worried that Auklet would try to seize his power with how dominant she was becoming so he made sure she knew her place. Winter slapped her ass hard causing it to ripple as her ass clapped on his groin. “You are mine now bitch.” He said condescendingly.

Auklet feels the hard slap on her ass and lets out a loud moan. “Yes master I am yours grk.'' She was cut off as the massive cock grew and grew as she kissed Anemone. Auklet maintained the kiss and grabbed her sister’s wrists and pinned them above her head. However Auklet is forced to pull her mouth away as the cock stretched out her throat from the inside. She gags slightly as his dick bulges out her body, causing outlines of his throbbing shaft to appear along her body. Winter’s cock finally stopped growing as it reached the back of her throat and Winter started pumping cum into Anemone. He then uses his magic to force Auklet’s tail so deep up her ass it rubs his cock in her stomach. Winter still continued thrusting even when he was cumming into Anemone.

Anemone feels herself filled with royal seed. She rubs her belly and moans loudly. Auklet gasps loudly as her tail is placed in her asshole, stretching out her body even more as she throbs in tandem with Winter's cock. She loved it, whatever this was, she loved it so much and didn't want it to stop. She wanted it every day! All this pleasure made her shoot out her first orgasm. Auklet moaned as she continued to hold Anemone down as she felt her sister’s belly expand with something cold. Auklet looks down at Anemone with her mouth wide open and drooling onto her face so that Anemone could see how much cock she was taking. Auklet couldn’t explain it but she felt pride in being able to take such a large cock.

Winter stops cumming inside of Anemone leaving her belly bloated and her insides ruined. Then pulled out holding Auklet so she moved back with him as he stood up supporting Auklet on nothing but his cock. He used his magic to spin her around her tits swaying wildly; Winter wanted to see that slutty face as he began to bounce her with his magic

Auklet felt herself get suspended only by Winter's cock. She came with a moan as she was spun around, feeling the large cock rub against all of her insides. She looked like an absolute mind-broken slut, entire body, from pussy to mouth stuff with a girthy cock. She didn't even know what it was that was filling her, only the part that it felt so good. When Winter bounced her faster and forced her tail deeper and faster as well. She felt her now large tits bounce so much they smacked her chin then clapped on her chest with each bounce. Now both of her holes are being abused by the strong Icewing who has broken almost half of all of Phyrria's royal families; he would soon add Seawings to the list once he turned this place into a sex ed school and strip club. "Who's a good baby slut~" Winter says and slaps her boobs wanting to turn her into the kinkiest slut of her sisters.

Auklet couldn't stop crying out in bliss, feeling her holes stretch and become overwhelmed by the best feeling in her life. She felt his cock go out of her mouth, cutting off her air supply, for going back in and rearranging her insides. If this was the thing Winter wanted to show her, then she would want it no matter where it came from. She would beg for it even to take more of this special experience all at once. With that Auklet was truly a broken royal slut. Just like the rest of Winter's empire. "I-I am!" She cried. "I'm a good little baby." She yelped and gagged when her boobs were slapped, but even that enticed pleasure. "I want more. I want to be a good baby!" She came, her body shuddering as a violent orgasm gripped Winter's cock and her tail.

Winter continued to pound Auklet as her sisters watched in awe. Impressed that their little sister could outlast all of them on what might be King Winter’s kinkest break. "Good then take it all~" Winter forced all of her mouth closed as his royal seed exploded out of his cock after all, he didn't want any royal seed leaking out of her after it started quickly filling the small Seawing. Auklet’s mouth was forced closed as she felt the first wave of cum spew out of Winter's length. I splattered across her mouth before it worked away through her entire body. She swelled like a water balloon filling up with so much cum it made her cum again. Not a fraction of her inside could escape the flood of Winter's giant orgasm as her body went numb and she shivered as the cold Icewing seed washed through her body. After Winter was done pumping his royal seed into Auklet his cock returned to normal and he let Auklet fall to the floor looking down upon her as he spoke. "How was that? My new whore."

Auklet groaned, her body sloshing with so much cum dumped inside of her. She looked at her new King. Her new master. She shivered as her body was overwhelmed but the coldness of the royal seed inside of her. "T-that w-was the best thing of my l-life. I want to do it a-again and again!'' Auklet said through shivering breaths. Oh she was cold but she wouldn’t dare admit it with her king in the room not to mention her older sisters. Instead as a show of resilience and to the amazement of everyone in the room she stood up then bowed to her king.

To say Winter was surprised was an understatement. He was in utter disbelief that not only was this Seawing whore begging for more, but she then stood up after being destroyed and pumped full. Winter was in utter shock but he masked it well. Instead smiled proudly at the young eager Seawing. "Don’t worry, I think you will be one of my Seawing breeders for my future armies. How does that sound?" Winter had big plans for this slutty Seawing so he would do everything in his power to keep her satisfied, secretly he feared her ambition but he would never reveal that.

Auklet rose upon being addressed, getting used to the cold liquid sloshing around inside of her. “Y-yes. That’d be wonderful.” The bloated princess said. The two girls off to the side were dripping profusely. Anemone wanted another go round and Tsunami was being a slut just like her sisters. Eager to get back to the orgy that was once JMA she kept shifting impatiently. It appears that some of her iconic defiance was still there.

Winter noticed Tsunami out of the corner of his eye but chose to ignore it for now. "Now I have more females to show my glorious empire to while you ladies digest all my cum.” Winter then pauses looking towards Tsunami. “On second thought Anemone, Auklet leave us.” Both The girls named, nodded and left and wished their big sister good luck. Auklet however seems to somewhat taught her big sis then left.

Tsunami watched her sisters go and even lowered her head in submission as she looked back towards her King who did not look happy. She had an idea on what this was about and what might happen to her in this room. Not knowing what to do she stood at attention with her arms behind her back leaving her tits in clear view for her king.

Winter scowled at Tsunami and kept his eyes locked with hers even as she presented herself at attention. Winter slowly stalked over to her until his face was inches from hers, never breaking his scowl. “Do you know why I asked you to stay?” He wondered if Tsunami had known why she was here.

Tsunami watched as her king slowly got closer to her till he stopped right in front of her making her very cold. However, she did not dare to shiver or make a sudden move so instead she swallowed hard. Truthfully the only reason she wanted to be in his empire is so she could go whoring around with whoever she wanted with no consequences but she had to bend to the will of her king for now, so she answered carefully. “For disobeying your orders, your Majesty.”

Winter smiled and slowly walked around her as he began to speak. “That’s partially true, the other part is I know of your defiance and I know it will take a much more aggressive session for you to submit to me fully.” Winter then put a strange collar around the Seawing’s neck and stepped back and smiled evilly at her.

Tsunami was really worried that her plans might already be foiled. That was only confirmed as Winter continued to speak but she kept her mouth shut, something in her mind was still screaming at her to obey and the presence of King Winter only made it harder to ignore. However when Winter fastened a collar around her neck her expression changed to horror as she felt like something had taken control of her body. “What did you do?” She asked with pure terror.

“You shall see.” Winter replies vaguely. Winter backs up staying in front of her as his massive cock comes out almost touching Tsunami. “Now on your knees.” As Winter commands this Tsunami feels something overtake her body and she drops to her knees coming face to face with his cock.

A look of horror overcame her face as she felt her body move independently. “W-what was that? I didn’t do anything. How is that possible?” She looked at Winter now extremely fearful of what might happen to her.

Winter smiled down at her as she had no choice but to obey him but still had complete free will to speak. “That collar is enchanted so you have to obey my commands but you can still say whatever you want.” Winter reveled in the desperate and fearful look in Tsunami’s eyes. He loved seeing females fear him and what he might do to them. “Now open your mouth, nice and wide like a Rainwing.”

As Winter explained the collar, tears began to fall from the former Seawing warrior as she was now at the total mercy of this big Icewing stud in front of. “Winter please, I-I’m sorry. Please don’t do this to me, I promise-” She was cut off as Winter gave her her next instructions, and she had no choice but to comply. She opened her jaws as wide as she could, so wide in fact it hurt. Tsunami knew what would come next so she tried to plead with him with her eyes and more tears rolled down her cheeks.

Winter loved that this Seawing whore was trying to beg for mercy but he wasn’t having it, though that didn’t stop him from enjoying it. “You should have submitted to me the first time you dumb whore.” He then grabbed her horns and placed his cock on her tongue letting her take in the taste as he closed her mouth around it but he was so thick that her jaws were still open a considerable amount. Winter drove his cock down her throat repeatedly slamming her head forward as he thrusted his hips right into her face.

Tsunami tried to brace herself as much as she could for the coming onslaught but nothing could have prepared her for the 15 inch cold member getting suddenly shoved down her throat. Instinctively she threw her arms out and tried, in vain, to punch Winter off her as she was shoved violently back and forth. Tsunami kept making sounds that were a mix of sobs and gags as her face was raped, Winter was moving her so fast that she felt her massive tits impact on her chest creating a small plalp sound as she took in the Icewing’s cool musk. Now she finally understood, she was a bad slut and now she had to take the consequences.

Winter moved at an extremely fast pace making sure to put this slut in her place once and for all. Winter growled, feeling the wet Seawing mouth around his member only made him go faster. “You regret not submitting to me now bitch don’t you?” Winter taunted the Seawing as she tried helplessly to push him off. Winter smirked upon seeing tears streaming down her face.

Tsunami tried desperately to get him off her but it seemed the harder she tried the rougher his cold member got shoved down her throat. She started to accept that this was her position for being such a bad girl so instead she put her hands down on the stone floor and lifted her ass for her king to see. However she couldn’t stop the tears from falling, she still didn’t want this but the more she went along with it the easier it would become.

Winter was surprised when Tsunami got down on all fours and stopped resisting for the most part, it would seem that she is finally coming to terms with who she was and what she was in his empire, but just in case he decided to berate her anyway. “That’s a good slut. You are nothing more than an insignificant tool. You are just like everyone else outside my inner circle.” He leans in as he continues to pound his meat deep into her throat revealing in her tear soaked face. “You are expendable.”

Tsunami looked up at her king as he spoke, she felt his cold shaft drive down her throat really uncomfortably. She listened to her king’s every word, taking his meat with no resistance, as she realized how insignificant she was in his grand plan so for herself and her own life she resigned to her fate as a sex tool for the future of his empire. As soon as she thought she felt like her head turned to mush as her eyes rolled back in her head all while Winter continued to pound her throat. When she came to she found herself loving the rough punishment so she let out a long drawn out moan signaling her total submission.

Winter, now satisfied that Tsunami was now fully under his influence, took the collar off her. Winter continued pounding her throat now ready to give her his thick royal seed. “Now you are just another needy whore aren’t you?” Winter felt a large orgasm build up within him making his thrusts a lot more sporadic with more grunts and groans.

Tsunami now took Winter’s cock with pride, no longer ashamed of the punishment she was receiving, she was a bad girl and she deserved to be punished like one. Tsunami hearing her king speak sent chills down her spine as his thrusts became more sporadic she prepared herself for his rich, cold load.

Winter was now ready to dump his load down her throat so he did. With a primal roar he forced Tsunami's head forward and thrust as deep as he could and started pumping his royal seed down her throat. “Take it all you dumb bitch.” Winter said though one of the biggest orgasms he has ever had.

Tsunami tried not to exclaim as she felt her head lurch forward and his cold appendage jam down her throat then suddenly his seed exploded from the tip. Tsunami gulped down his royal seed like she just escaped the desert. She moaned loudly, her defiance now long gone and with it perhaps the best hope of a successful rebellion, as she felt the cold seed coat her stomach quickly filling her up. With Winter holding up her head she put her hands on the side of her belly as it began to swell with Winter’s royal seed.

Tsunami now fully accepted him as her king, as Winter continued dumping a massive load inside the Seawing that had his cock down her throat. Tsunami on the other hand was getting worried as Winter was showing no signs of stopping as her belly rapidly expanded, making her feel pregnant with dozens of eggs, when suddenly her belly stopped expanding. Tsunami was confused until her boobs felt incredibly full then the began to expand as Winter dumped his last few spurts inside of her.

Winter finally finished and let go of Tsunami’s horns causing her to fall forward and holding herself up with her arms and looking down as she panted and drooled. Winter looked down upon her and spoke in his deep authoritative voice that would make any female shudder to the core. “Have you learned your place you bitch?”

Tsunami looked up at her rightful king with a sloppy face and bowed as deep as she could. “Yes I have your majesty. I am deeply sorry for trying to challenge your rightful rule.” As she spoke she made sure to speak loudly and clearly yet with no hint of dominance as her king would not be happy about that. She also kept her face to the floor causing her swollen belly and boobs to press against the stone floor to further show her submission.

Winter, satisfied with his answer, smirked and left Tsunami used and abused on the floor. Winter walks back into the prey center making sure he is all clean and looks for his next victim when he notices Lynx drag three males away: two Skywings, and a Nightwing. Winter shakes his head fondly after seeing his queen so eager, she had always been determined, and ready to expand their empire. Together, the thought of that made a ghost of a smile appear on his lips.

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As all of the students are wandering around the prey center. Some males and females are taken by the opposite gender into private rooms. A certain smaller Rainwing sits on a rock with blue and yellow scales and washed-out pupils. Tamarin pats her thighs as she listens to all the noises. Even the ones happening in more private areas. Due to her blindness she had heightened hearing and now she was starting to feel needy.

Tamarin was just like any normal Rainwing. Not the best tits or ass butt big enough to please someone from her tribe. Not like she could with her blindness but she’s always wanted to be fucked as by her beginning to rub her clit at all the noises going on with the students and the teachers. She couldn’t help herself

Winter notices this as he remains at the entrance and decides to sneak up on her while she is distracted. "Need some help with that little girl?~" Winter says lustfully, in a chilling deep voice as he reaches around to grab her small boobs that barely filled up his hands. He frowned a little bit, he would have to increase her bust size.

Tamarin jumps a little put then she shudders at his tone and husky voice, oh she was so turned on now even though she couldn’t see him, she just knew he was hot. Tamarin turns her head in Winter’s general direction and answers eagerly. “Y-yes please. I-I don’t know the last time I was able to…cum.” She shivered more as she felt the cold Icewing caress her body. Maybe this was finally her chance.

Winter stood up and took her hand, guiding her to a private cave with a bed. Winter carefully led her to the bed then closed the door and turned to her, getting an idea. “First let’s remove that blindness." He snaps his talons removing Tamarin's blindness and makes her titties and ass grow at the same time and the same size as Lynx's.

Tamarin immediately screams in pain, clutching her eyes at the sudden brightness of everything. She buried her head into the bed as her tits grew to Winter’s Queen. She feels so much pleasure though and goes down to rub her clit. Then she quickly stands up and opens her eyes, squinting as she gets used to the light. She doesn’t know how to feel. She could see. It was amazing but also terrifying, but then she got to look at the very muscular and handsome Icewing in front of her. The one who cured her blindness and blessed her with her new body. She walked up and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you.” She said before smirking. “Now I believe I should be returning the favor.”

Winter decided he was going to be more gentle with Tamarin. He always liked her, quiet unless spoken to and always very thankful for what she was given. Winter then gently puts Tamarin on her knees so she comes face to face with Winter's cock emerging cock. "Be a darling and open, nice and wide." Winter smirked and gently grabbed her horns, rubbing the base of them.

Tamarin could not believe the sheer size that this Icewing was packing and she couldn’t wait to be ruined by him. “Oh my, i-its so big.” she said in a lust drunken state, so she eagerly did as she was told. She opened her mouth wide; her jaw almost unhinged itself like a snake and rolled her tongue out of her mouth as she looked up at Winter.

Winter secured his grip on her horns and shoved his cock down her throat and started roughly thrusting. He then forces her on her hands and knees so he gets a better view of her plump ass. “And you will take every inch of it like a good girl, won’t you?”

Tamarin took his cock with ease. She didn’t have a gag reflex so his cock went straight down her tight throat. She moaned loudly as she was set on her knees, and wiggle her navy-blue limp as for Winter. She was so horny and she went down to finger herself lightly without thinking. Tarmin looked up at Winter with puppy dog eyes like he was her master.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" Winter growled as he relentlessly pounded her throat, impressed at how easily she took it. Tamarin squeaked and pulled her talon away like a good girl and moaned, breathing slowly as Winter gaped out her neck with the cold meat. Her neck bulged like crazy and she raised her tail and stroked her King’s cheek with it.

Tamarin squeaked as his command and pulled her talons away. Instead she held up her massive titties in clear view for her king to see, hoping that it would make up for her mistake. She began drooling on her large bust as well making them slick with spit but also shine like she was freshly oiled. Furthermore she swirled her tongue around Winter’s rod making sure the no spot was untouched. She hoped all this made up for her short sightedness

Winter smiled victoriously as this was probably the easiest females to break he has ever done. He continued to pound her throat grunting loudly as he used his tail to slap tamarin's plump ass. He relished the feeling of her small mouth, so warm and wet, not to mention her expert tongue work and the show she was providing for him. “That’s a good girl.”

She yelped at the initial hit, but her plump ass jiggle with each aggressive hit. She moaned and started to bob her head along with Winter’s thrusts. She sniffed his drake musk hard and got even wetter.

Winter grunted as he continued to pound her throat as Winter edged closer to his climax he forced her long tail up her pussy as far as it could go the long tail even touching his cock in her throat

Tamarin's entire tail shoved deep into her body spreading and rearranging her insides. When she felt the tip touch her cock, she thrusted it even deeper and curled it around his length and began to stroke it. She moaned loudly, cumming across her tail with a wet splurch as Winter groaned and roared slamming his cock deep inside her and started pumping cum right down her throat.

Tamarin gulped down all of his precious cum, just a slight bulge in her belly as she drank up the remaining amount of Winter’s takeover of Jade Mountain. She pulled her cum soaked tail out of her pussy as she rubbed his thighs, feeling the ice cold cum continue to fill her belly making her shiver.

Winter pumped a few more gallons down her throat making her belly swell more before pulling out. Satisfied he said through his own pants. "Now there is someone here that you can see." Winter steps aside to reveal a beautiful Seawing slut named Anemone still with a bulge in her belly from Winter's previous session with her.

Anemone’s eyes light up as her eyes lock with Tamarin’s newly working eyes that are the same color as her blue scales. They both run at each other and kiss, their big bellies and boobs swishing against each other as their tongues dance in their mouths. “Mmm, I love you so much Anemone!” Tamarin exclaimed, pushing back Anemone so that she was pinned to a wall.

"You ladies have your fun. I give you permission to do whatever you want to each other." With that Winter leaves the two ladies, who lie down on the bed making and fucking each other like the good girls they were fucked to be, and the rest of what is now, the Jade Mountain Strip Club, to the teachers and heads towards the sea. Looking to add another royal family to his empire.

Chapter Text

Winter was flying over the sea, watching the waves below him froth and churn idly, as his mind was focusing on the current task at hand. As to what that goal was, it was to complete his conquest of the Seawing Royal Family. Coral, and perhaps Moray as well. But that wasn’t going to be as easy as he had hoped, he thought as a few Seawing Guards that were on patrol had spotted him and were flying forward to intercept him.

On second thought, it would have been prudent to bring one of the princesses with him, perhaps Tsunami? No, she didn’t deserve it after defying him previously, Anemone was an animus, so he was unsure if she had a failsafe or something. He didn’t believe so, but it never hurt to be careful. Auklet on the other hand, would make a good choice. She was dedicated to him very nicely already, and would be a help in his claiming of the Royal Family. If only he had remembered to bring her.

“Oh wait, right.” he mentally facepalmed as he remembered he had magic. With a snap of his talons, Auklet appeared in the sky. To Winter’s slight surprise, Auklet had already finished digesting his cum, but he needed to deal with that later. As Auklet appreaded, he whispered to her, “Auklet, I want to add your mother into my empire. I am ordering you to help me, as your status as “princess” will help alleviate suspicion.”

Understandably, Auklet clearly wasn’t prepared to be thrust several hundred feet in the air in a completely different place. She hastily flapped her wings as she attempted to right herself. Winter noted that her tits were wet and covered in precum, which said to him that she was being touched before he had unceremoniously teleported her across the continent. He would have a word with her later about doing things without permission. She turned to him, recalling the words he had spoken to her upon her appearance. She nodded and flew towards the approaching squadron.

“It’s okay. As Princess of the Seawings, I can vouch for …ahem…Winter. He has business with Mother that I can’t speak for.” She said, and Winter took quite the pleasure in seeing that she had to clear her throat to prevent herself from calling him “Master” in front of the Seawings, who were already skeptical of the changes to her appearance, but they seemed to buy into it and flew behind Winter and Auklet, acting as an escort for the two.

As the guards flew, Winter slowly let himself decelerate in the air, slowly drifting behind Auklet and between the female guards. Partly so he could look at Auklet’s ass, and the other was to get a closer look at the guards. Three of them, all female from a little magic telling in his mind. Of course, him getting closer to them made them reflexively grip their spears a bit, but they had no real reason to suspect anything. Not yet anyways.

“Woah,. Hey. Just a bit tired from a long flight in. No need to grip your spears so hard.” Winter assures them, but then whispers, in a way so that over the wind, they might be unsure if they heard him correctly or not, "If you want, I have a “spear'' that you can grip as hard as you want.” A quick glance saw two of them having blushes that they struggled to conceal, and a third one who didn’t show any immediate reaction. Perhaps they hadn’t heard him.

“Whoo, it is hot today isn’t it. Perfect day to stretch out and relax.” Winter remarked as he stretched his arms and legs out, his muscles flexing as he did a few stretches to keep himself limber, and also make the guards eye him in a not so formal way, yet their composure kept all the way to the Seawing Palace. Now recreated on an open island, after the previous one had been destroyed in the Sandwing War of Succession. It also had some key differences. Unlike the swirling pattern of the old one created by Albatross, it now held almost a similar look to the Icewing Palaces. Though it still maintained a mostly conical shape, there were walls where there were previously open platforms. Would make secrecy a lot easier for what he was doing, Landing on the top, the visitor’s platform, Winter looked around.

Surprisingly not many Seawings were flying around. He supposed that many of them were at the Seawing’s underwater palace. That worked out well for him at the very least. For a second, he pondered being able to fuck Coral up on the precipice of the Summer Palace. Though he unfortunately decided against it, as that might create an unfavorable scenario if they were caught. Though there was a depraved action that he very much knew would be possible. He turned to Auklet and whispered in her ear after the guards had left. “Listen slut, while I am claiming your mother, I want you to go find your brothers. I want you to…persuade them to follow the ways of my Empire. Understood?”

Auklet’s face positively lit up with excitement, “I'll get right to it, you won’t be disappointed.” she says with that same ambition she had earlier. She nods and hastily sweeps away, and Winter can clearly see her arousal from between her thighs as she disappears from view. As Winter walks into the palace through the circular staircase and corridor arrangement, he takes note of the curves and sweeping design of the Seawing Palace which made sense, but he was quickly distracted by the “curves” of the Seawings themselves. Many of them were very appealing to him. A couple made pervy comments to him, even some of the guards, which was very surprising considering the composure the escorts had had on the way in. Even so, Winter had to force himself to focus. All of these Seawings could be saved for after the main course. Queen Coral herself. Winter needed all his cum to turn the Queen, then he could take his pick of a few extra sluts he wanted to send back to his palace in Sanctuary.

Eventually, he found his way to the Queen’s chambers, and he was certainly not disappointed with what he found. Coral was a prolific writer, so it was no surprise when he found her working on another novel. Enough about that, what Winter was focusing on was her figure. Her tits were very fat and seemingly soft from what he could see, and she was quite plump. An interesting combination, but not an entirely unwelcome one. Her years of having the Seawings isolated had caused her a lot of stress, which caused her to gain a bit of weight, but that ass definitely made up for it. Her thighs were very big, larger than her head, and Winter could almost feel the impact he could make on that ass when he started. They were heavy, so much so that the marble underneath her seemed to be straining under their weight. He wondered if he could just get her on the floor, her own ass would hold her down for him. With a stroll into the chambers, and a flick of his magic to silently lock the door and windows, he decides to be “polite” since Seawings were usually like that. He knelt down and gave a bow to Coral, though it was a fake one, kind of static and practiced, as he greeted, “Greetings your Majesty.”

Turning towards him with a twitch of her ears, Coral noticed Winter. “Ah yes, I was informed of a certain Icewing coming to my kingdom with my dear daughter Auklet.” Looking around for a second, a small frown came to her face, “I would have assumed that she would be here with you as well. It has been oh so long since I’ve seen her, ever since she went to Jade Mountain. Oh my, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to ramble.” she quickly apologized. She then looked his body up and down, admiring his figure with the same kind of look that the guards had eyed him with earlier. “My, my, you sure have a defined figure to your body if you don’t mind me saying. I presume you are a courier, or perhaps an Icewing general?” she inquired.

Winter felt the compliments at his figure and his mind began to whir, So she already seemed to find him appealing. This might be easier than he thought, especially with her focus seemingly split between him and her daughters. This made him grin as he thought of what she might say when he revealed what he had turned her daughters into. She should be pleased that her daughters are now liberated to his cause and his empire. He then shook his head, having been temporarily lost in his fantasies. He looked back up at Coral, rising to his feet, “No, ma’am. My name is Winter. Yes, it is true that Auklet is not with us at the current moment. There was something she wanted to address to her brothers, and I suggested that she do so. My business is with you.” he said formally as he eyed her tits. They were even bigger than Kinkajou’s, a feat that was impressive, “And if I may add, you have quite a beautiful figure, befitting that of what a Queen should be.”, he says with a flirtatious smile on his face.

Winter was glad to see Coral seemed to be intrigued by his flirtatious words, “Oh, why thank you…Winter, right?”. She giggled lightly, “Please have a seat. Of course we can discuss your business here.” She motions her left wing to a chair. “And I do thank you for the compliment. I feel as if I am losing my regal looks and earning weight in return. Oh well….I suppose even Queens can’t maintain their looks forever.” She says, a bit solemn.

“Oh think nothing of it Coral. I don’t mind girls who are a bit on the heavy side. In fact, I think it makes them more attractive sometimes.” He said as he sat next to the Seawing Queen. Despite the age advantage she had on him, he stood taller and larger than even she was, and his muscles were so well developed he looked like he could carry her in his arms. “My business requires a private area. Will this area do?”

Coral nods and looks around the room. “Indeed, this is my private study. I can spend hours here at a time lost in myself, writing my novels for my subjects. I suppose when I get stuck on something, I should probably have been doing something active. Perhaps I’m chubby because I just sit there when I get stuck.” She gave a small chuckle, then looking Winter up and down with a questioning look, “And I’ve been meaning to ask you. How did you get so strong and fit? I’ve not seen that amount of strength in my own soldiers.”

Winter then gave a chuckle of his own, knowing this was how he could segway into getting what he came here for. Putting his snout quite close to Coral’s he spoke softly, and suggestively, “Oh, you could say I’ve developed a new kind of exercise routine. Not completely self made. I do require help whenever I attempt to do it. A two dragon routine that benefits both parties equally. Would you like to…experience it. You seem like a good partner to do it with. Nothing will be too hard for you. Actually, there will be one hard part, it’s long and can leave you very tired after it, but it is immensely good for the body and mind once you’re done. Want to try?”

Winter grinned to see Coral’s face turn a shade of purple as the red blush clashed with her azure scales, but she quickly recovered, surprising him, “I-I suppose I could. Perhaps…later. We-we still have your business to attend to. Why are you actually here? I can’t imagine it is that forgettable if you needed my daughter to personally escort you here.”

“Ah, Coral. How convenient. My business with you actually relates to your daughters. Let us see how each of them are doing? Shall we?” With a wave of his hand, three circular windows, each for the three surviving Seawing Princesses. The left one showed Auklet, and Winter was delighted to see that she had indeed done as instructed. Auklet had rounded up all of her brothers. Using a little sped up recall, Winter watched as Auklet had convinced her brothers, whose hesitance was all destroyed by her hypnotic body given to her by Winter, to make her the slut of the family. Used over and over again by her brothers, her holes never lacking cocks inside of them as she marks herself as a slut. The window showed her in the middle of a large and incestuous gangbang. Her brothers, numbered twenty or even thirty or more from what Winter had heard, were all around her, fucking her silly. She held two cocks each in her ass and pussy, a cock in each ear as she deepthroated another. Cum covered her belly, and breasts had been bloated with her depravity. She had a slutty smile as she jerked off two more and had some even using her wings to grind against.

On the middle window was Tsunami, the warrior Princess whose might and fury was well known and respected among her subjects. She was currently being pounded by a smaller Skywing from the Jade Mountain Academy, or Strip Club as Winter rebranded it as, her having the Skywing on a chain, pulling him to fuck her harder, her belly having been bloated with the cum of several males, a broken look on her face as she yanked on the chain, forcing the male deeper into her pussy.

And on the final window was Anemone, and Winter took a bit of glee as he heard an audible gasp as Coral beheld the middle daughter, the one that she had stayed with and sheltered for most of her life, the most prized daughter for years, being a complete and utter slut for Tamarin. She was intertwined with the Rainwing as their bloated bellies and breasts rubbed against eachother as they brutally tail-fucked and fought with their tongues, their moans loud and though they did not know it, ringing in Coral’s ears.

Coral jolted and recoiled from the sudden sight of her daughters, her precious daughters, so few and prized among their dozens of siblings, reduced to moaning sluts at the behest of Winter. Their bellied bloated and clearly being passed around and fucked by numerous different males, “What….what have you done to them?” Coral said, her voice faint and horror struck as she fell out of her chair. Her tits slapped against her face as she fell backwards, and she could only watch as it continued, taking a primary focus in Auklet. Her youngest child. Her miracle, currently being fucked by her dozens of siblings. She watched her precious child moan in ecstasy as she watched three of her brothers moan and cum inside of her, causing her breasts and belly to bloat even more. The window then zoomed out as three more of her brothers took the place of those that had came, and she saw the true extent of her daughter’s depravity. She knew she should be crying, sobbing, mourning the loss of her daughters’ innocence, but instead, the only wetness on her was the one growing between her thighs. She found herself wanting, borderline needing to be in Auklet’s place. She felt a growing heat inside of her. She took a moment to think, why was she thinking that? To be enticed by such an act, to be not just being gangbanged, but by her own sons? She couldn’t believe such naughty thoughts were crossing her mind, but as much as she hated those thoughts, they refused to leave her. She absentmindedly moved one of her arms between her thighs, and started rubbing her clit.

Winter stared with an evil looking stare at the broken mother and Queen in front of him, though he disregarded the whole “Queen” bit, as he thought of this Seawing as nothing more than a future slut, a whore waiting to be broken and her will confined to servicing his cock. He slowly walks around Coral, taking in the fresh new slut for his empire. He pulled the bubble windows closer to her face and increased the vividness, so nearly all her vision was covered with the utter depravity that her daughters fell into, and would soon include herself. “I see you enjoy watching your own daughters get fucked like the sluts you all deserve to be. Do not worry. You will soon join them, and I’m going to make sure when I’ve finished, everyone will only know the Seawing Royal Family as a mess of cum hungry sluts. You will all be under my control.” he whispered in her ear. Before she could even protest or react in any way, Winter shoved her to her hands and knees, and grinned as she struggled to rise, her own weight making her slower. He gripped her waist and plunged his cock deep into her royal pussy, and pushing her even closer to the bubbles, so close that all she could see was the bodies of her daughters being violated and ruined, and the sounds that came from it were nearly overpowering every other sound except for Winter’s voice.

Coral let out a moan as she felt Winter start to thrust in and out of her pussy, and with a quick spell, Winter made the chambers soundproof, so Coral could moan as loud as she wanted, scream her submission to him as clear as she needed, and nobody would notice. She tried feebly to look away, to close her eyes, but the images from the windows were burned into her mind, and followed her no matter where her head turned. She couldn’t even keep her eyes closed, as her arousal pulled them open, wanting to see her daughters get fucked. She took in Anemone being squished against tamarin as their breasts rubbed against each other. Turning to Tsunami’s window, a Mudwing had come along after the Skywing and came straight into Tsunami’s womb, the princess having a broken and pleased look on her face. And then Auklet. It should have filled her with despair, looking as her sons used their sister like a toy. They fondled her breasts, spanked her ass, and pulled her horns down to make her choke on their cocks, and her entire body stained with royal seed. She wanted to cry out for Auklet, but she only felt more aroused, enjoying the display of her slutty daughters. She turned to Anemone’s and kissed the window, as Anemone was kissing Tamarin. Winter was pleasantly surprised, seeing Coral apparently being attracted to her daughters. Oh, he was going to use that. The lust in her body was kicking into overdrive, wanting to be the same as her daughters.

Winter groaned as he thrust faster into her pussy. Wanting to overwhelm her quickly, he made his second dick grow and start pounding into her asshole, knowing just how long she had been in need of a cock. He snorted. The same ass and pussy that was once reserved for the King of the Seawings now was at his order, and if he had his way, it would be everyone’s privilege to fuck this slut silly. He pounded away at her ass, loving the soft feel as it cushioned his thighs against hers, allowing him to drive his cocks with more force than usual. He briefly recalled stuffing Auklet as he fucked Coral, driving himself crazy with his dominance and lust.

Both of his cocks started to grow past his normal length as the windows moved out of Coral’s view and she was almost blinded by the change in scenery, and instantly everything became more vivid, the feeling of her knees and breasts on the ground, her own moaning as she gasped for air, and mostly, the feel of Winter’s cocks as they entered her stomach, growing in sync as Winter started to slap Coral’s ass, loving the ripples as if they were ocean waves as he was thrusting in.

“Ah! Yes! Yes! Please! Fuck me like you fucked my slutty daughters! Make your mommy proud!” Coral roared as the two dick rearranged her insided as she gasped, the dicks hardness restricting most of her movements. She orgasmed, her juices dousing Winter’s cock in her royal fluids, at the same time as Tsunami orgasmed while servicing a Mudwing and Sandwing in the windows, “MMMPPPHHH!! Harder…please! Make…aahhhh, make me a slut just like my whorish daughters! Give me pain and pleasure under your cock!” She yelled, moaning, thinking with her arousal and not with her mind, her ass now a bright red from the force of Winter’s spanks.

Winter grinned as he felt his cocks start to travel up the back of her throat, enjoying the choking sounds as Coral’s airways became heavily restricted as she became a giant cocksleeve for him. He kept pounding away at her ass, each thrust signifying another inch of growth, and considering how fast he was thrusting, that was a very fast growth rate.

“Grrrrlllkkk!”, Coral thought back to the last time that Gill had given her a good pounding, and she silently laughed as she compared that to this. Gill had never given her something like this? How could he. She watched Auklet get another covering of her brothers’ seed, almost as white as Winter himself. The cocks rubbed against the back of her throat as she struggled to breath. She moans as Winter keeps pounding her ass, as she was forced, well at this point, she was intentionally looking at the windows, to watch her daughters be made complete whores of themselves.

Winter lets out a cackle as he watches Coral moan, and asks, “Which Queen is my big fat whore?”. Coral could barely hear him over the sound of her daughters and her own arousal, but she understood him. She wanted to tell him so badly, to let herself be claimed by Winter, to be his ass slut for the rest of her life, but she has to fight against her own reflexive moans.

Winter growled as he didn’t hear a response, so he spanked her harder on her ass, a definitive claw mark appearing, “Give me an answer whore!” Coral gasped and desperately called out “I am! I am your fat juicy whore!” she cried as Winter clamps her mouth closed as he moans, orgasming. His cum shoots out of his tips straight into her mouth, causing her cheeks to swell out as they try to contain the deluge of his Icewing seed.

“S-so much cum!” she thought to herself as she felt another orgasm occur, her plump body quivering as the pleasure shattered her mind into a bunch of cum obsessed and submissive fantasies. Her already fat belly grows as the cum makes it expand, pressing against the floor, lifting her knees off of the floor as it expands. As Winter continues pumping gallons of cum into the slutty Seawing, he watches with glee as Auklet stands up, the last of her brothers collapsing in a cum covered pile, as she seems full of unending energy. Her belly and breasts were bulging from the amount of cum from her thirty or more brothers all having contributed a few loads.

Winter grinned as he looked upon the three princesses and their slut of a mother as he felt a sense of accomplishment. Auklet, standing above her broken and tired brothers, cum pouring out of her mouth, ass, pussy and ears, keeping her body covered in a constant stream of seed. Anemone was under the mercy of two Sandwings that had come in and interrupted her and Tamarin’s lovemaking, and the Rainwing was off to the side letting herself be used by a few Nightwings. And Tsunami was at the center of a whole crowd of newly educated males, the slut master of the Jade Mountain Strip Club. He gives out a laugh. The Royal Seawing Family was now just a bunch of whores and sluts under his control, who would fuck anyone he asked them to.

Winter pulls his cock out, taking in the scene of his cum flowing out of Coral’s ass and pussy. He dispels the windows showing the princesses as he waits for Coral to regain some sense of clarity. “Now, Coral. Tell me exactly what your new role is.”

Coral gasped as cum tried to force it’s way out of her mouth, but she was determined to keep all of Winter’s cum inside her, clenching her muscles to keep cum from leaking out. She gasped, “To-to be your Seawing slut and puppet, to ensure your complete and total control over the Seawing Kingdom. To give control of my own body to you, a-and to my tribe. And gi-give them…aaahaaahhhh.”

She moans as she pinches her nipples, gasping in pleasure as milk began to flow from her bountiful breasts. Winter held a massive grin as she continued to moan and gasp. He then spanked her ass, and had her get up. “Listen now, slut. I may have claimed your daughters, but I still require your niece, Moray, to be nice and broken for me. I know she listens to you as if you are a divine being, and so, I want you to order her to come here, and then, I won’t be doing anything. You will be the one ordering her to break herself upon my cock. Understand?”

“Ahhhaahhh. Yes…Master. I-I will need some help.”. Winter sighed and tapped her head, allowing her appearance to seem normal enough, and she stuck her head out the doorway, to a passing guard. “Hey, can you get Moray in here? I need to talk to her about something.” she ordered the guard. Giving a salute, Winter waited in the chambers for a few minutes, until there was a knock at the door. He jerked Coral’s head off his cock, which she had been sucking while they were waiting.

“Call her in, slut.” Winter ordered. Coral nodded and called, “It’s okay Moray. Come in. Close the door behind you as well.”. Moray entered, and Winter was happy with what he saw. Moray was a very strongly built Seawing. A firm but still round ass, and breasts that were about the same size as Anemone’s. Winter saw Moray turn around and close the door, and with a snap, he locked it and did the soundproofing spell. He then dispelled the illusion, and watched as Moray’s face gaped at the scene. Coral, her stomach and breasts bulging from cum that was slowly leaking out of her holes.

“Y-your Majesty, what is going on?!” Moray yelped as she backed away. Winter frowned. Laying down with his back on the floor, he felt his cock rise, revealing itself in all it’s glory to the Queen’s niece. Winter saw with satisfaction that Moray was already a little wet at this sight. He gestured to Coral, and she looked at Moray.

“It is fine, Moray. I called you in because my Master, Winter, ordered me to. He wishes to claim the Royal Family as his submissive sluts. You are the last female he needs. As Queen, I will order you during the process.”

Winter could see Moray’s confusion, outrage, and pleasingly, her arousal. Her refusal to do it was losing against her innate want a cock inside her and the Queen’s orders. “F-fine. Only for you I will do this Queen Coral.” Winter growled slightly. Soon, Moray would forget all about Coral, and her life’s purpose would be towards serving him the same way she had for Coral. She walked forward and kneeled down with her hands, intending to jerk him off, but Winter, with a glare, had her change the order to be more specific.

“No. You must use your pussy. No hands.” Coral ordered Moray, who again looked up at her, but her hands had grazed Winter’s cock, the cold feeling in her hands, and he could see her brain slowly wanting that feeling in her pussy more and more. “Now, Moray.”

“Of course your Majesty.” Moray quickly apologized. She stood up, spreading her legs with a blush, and slowly dropping her pussy onto Winter’s cock. And even he hissed at how tight she was. She let out a long moan, which could have reverberated through the castle if not for the soundproof spell. Winter raised his eyebrows, would she be this easy to break? The daughter of commander Shark? One of the best Seawing warriors, only a few thrusts and she would be his? He almost felt disappointed, but was happy when she regained her senses, and began impaling herself on his cock, over and over again, her well maintained muscles letting her move nearly at the speeds that Winter had been fucking her aunt with just a while ago.

“Good job, Moray. Now move his hands to your breasts, let him play with them.” Coral ordered. And unlike last time, there was absolutely zero hesitation. Moray moved his hands to her breasts, and moved them around. Her breasts were nice and full, and Winter very much enjoyed playing with them. He briefly wondered if he should change them to be more full and bountiful, but decided it would be much better if he left them mice and natural. Made it all the more appealing knowing she was so perfect naturally.

Winter was moaning, slightly bucking his hips as Moray pounded down on him, and he could feel another load coming up through his cock, and by the quickened breaths, Moray could feel it too. She looked to Coral for guidance, who only responded with a nod to continue any ways. He could feel her tight pussy walls grip his cock as she hit her orgasm on the same thrust that Winter came into her, the sensitive flesh releasing fluids and then instantly covered with Winter’s cold seed. Her eyes moved up into her head as she nearly fell unconscious from the pleasure overload. Smirking, he knew she was his. And he didn’t really need to do anything. Lifting her up, he moved over to a chair, bending him over his lap. “One last check and you are good to go Moray, if that’s alright with you of course.” He laughed as he saw the broken look on Moray’s face. She never had a choice.

“Yes, of course Master. Do it.” Moray said, then let out a yelp as Winter started spanking her ass. It wasn’t as full as Coral’s so she felt each strike a lot harder, but she enjoyed it. She felt the pain from each spank, and she nearly orgasmed again from his spanking. She was left gasping, edging from his constant abuse of her ass. Meanwhile, he had motioned Coral to start giving him a boobjob, but he had no intent of giving Coral any more. As he was about to finish all over Coral’s breasts, he flipped Moray over and slammed his cock inside her ass, she moaned loud enough to roar out in pleasure, as he fired a few gallons of cum inside her ass. Her abs were quickly undone by the sheer bulge in her belly, and she really did go unconscious. Falling to the ground, cum leaking out of her holes, and her juices having spewed all over Coral’s face.

Winter laughed as he placed Moray on the floor. He was definitely going to have her be a more prominent slut when he was done with his conquest. He turned to Coral and laughed, “Go on. Act as if you are doing your business as normal. Send some Seawings, all female with nice curves, to my palace in Sanctuary. I need to take my business to the Sky Kingdom. See you soon, sea slut.”

Winter flew off, invigorated, and even more excited for the Sky Queen. If Coral was this good, he wondered how the world’s most fiery Queen would respond to his cold resolve and glorious cock. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Chapter Text

Winter flew through the expansive skies and stony peaks that signified and represented the Sky Kingdom. He was also unsurprised to see there was a very large variety of dragons of different tribes and species. With the Sand Kingdom as a close second, the Sky Kingdom was widely considered to be the trade capital of the continent. He didn’t really care for the cultural reasons behind it at the moment though. All he cared about was the potential for growth in his empire. This place was a prey center for all types of dragons of sizes and tribes. He watched boobs and asses bounce up and down as they flew into the Skywing Capital. However, those flying in were always inspected by a guard patrol if they did not recognize them on sight. A female and male Skywing flew up, and Winter obviously took priority on looking at the female one. She was well built, and had a nice ass as well, though not nearly as good as a Seawing’s plumpness.

“State your business here, Icewing. What do you have to enter the Skywing Capital for?” the male stated, while the female guard was too busy looking and admiring Winter’s form to form a coherent sentence. Even though he saw her mouth moving, he could only assume that she was muttering under her breath to herself. She was taking in every muscle, every small movement of Winter’s glorious figure.

Winter did a quick smile and bowed his head, “There is no need to get hostile. I am Prince Winter of the Icewings, and I bring news originating from your town of Sanctuary, to be presented to Queen Ruby.” he said, thankful this would probably get him in easier with the Sky Kingdom. Sanctuary resided in the Sky Kingdom, and since it was a registered settlement, as one of it’s leading members by their records, it would be far easier to gain access to Ruby’s chambers.

“What kind of business would be so important that it requires you to go straight to the Queen without informing us?” the male said, before the female hit him across the back of the head with the butt of her spear, which surprised Winter. He didn’t know this female personally, yet she was actively helping him gain access. Maybe he’d come back for her later after the Queens, and reward her for inadvertently helping him in his conquest.

“You idiot, Hawk. This is Winter. The scavenger researcher for Sanctuary, one of our own towns? He’s prince of the Icewings as well, so if he needs to get through, I see no reason why he can’t pass. Just let him through.” the male looked confused, as the Skywing gave Winter a discreet wink. Okay, that settled it. He was definitely coming back for her later.

The guard muttered “Mmmphhh, fine, Eagle. Just don’t hit me next time.” as he moved aside to let Winter pass. Winter gave Eagle a wink in return as he passed her. He was glad to see a blush, though hidden in the red of her scales. Refocusing his efforts on finding Ruby, he flew towards the Sky Palace, trying to ignore the ass and boobs of the Skywings that he passed. They all seemed to have roughly the same proportions as each other. Some even lightly feel him with their wings as they passed, which he found quite amusing. They really couldn’t wait to get a piece of him. Males on the other hand looked jealously at Winter, Skywings were known to have some of the harshest training regimens, and as a result, would be jealous of being outdone.

Winter then takes notice of the Skywing Prince’s room, Prince Cliff. Cliff was now a young adult of 7 years, and from what Winter was thinking at the moment, this could serve his fantasies quite well later. With a quick knock on the door, it was revealed that it was unlocked, and that Cliff was inside, painting a picture of the Sky Palace in all it’s majesty, “Pardon me, Prince Cliff. I do not mean to intrude upon you much, so if you could inform me as to where your mother, Queen Ruby, is located, I can be on my way very quickly.”

Cliff startled slightly, jerking back from his painting so as to not ruin it from the sudden motion. After steadying himself, he turned and looked at Winter, an eyebrow raised, “Oh! Prince Winter. Of course. I assume you have business with her. She’s in her chambers at the moment. I apologize in advance if she’s a bit too tired to deal with you right now. It was a very long day of demands and such from the citizens.”

Winter’s eyes widened, and then narrowed at the prospect of her being tired. Tired meant she might be more susceptible to suggestion and his guidance, “Thank you Cliff. I will be sure to express my gratitude for you later.” he said as he walked onward towards the chambers of the Queen. With a knock at the gold adorned doors, he waited for Ruby to come and open the door. He heard her rise from a rest or slumber. He heard her footsteps walking towards her on the floor, and she opened the door, giving Winter quite a surprise.

Ruby stood as tall as him, and because he had increased his growth with his powers, the fact someone stood just as tall as him naturally was a pleasant sight. Though his sightline was drawn quickly to her breasts. They were truly something to behold. Each breast had a head sized areola that he knew would be fun to play with. Each breast hung all the way down to her stomach, the girth that they displayed nearly rendering him speechless. Her hourglass frame only added to the spectacle of a body that was the Skywing Queen. Winter had to fight very hard to not get aroused just yet.

“An Icewing? It’s rare that I get someone from the Ice Kingdom. What brings you to my chambers?” She asked, an inquisitive look on her face, obviously confused about Winter’s presence.

Winter bowed his head and activated his male charm that he had come to know was very reliable, “I am Prince Winter, your majesty. I have important business that I would like yto address with you. Although it does require a private setting as the topic is quite sensitive. May I speak with you in your chambers?”

“Oh! Of course Prince Winter. Do come inside. I’ve been running around nearly all day for demands from my subjects. Maybe this one will be the one where I can just lay back in bed and let you lead the discussion.” Winter silently chuckled to himself. Oh, she was going to be laying back and letting him lead of course. Just not exactly a discussion. He smiled cordially as she let him into her private chambers.

After a few seconds, he looked back at Queen Ruby’s tits, though frowned when he saw they were a lot saggier than he initially perceived them. He turned to Ruby, who had noticed him looking at her breasts, “I see that age has not exactly been kind to your cleavage, has it your majesty?”

“Hmm?” Ruby asked, then realized what he was talking about, “Oh these?”. She grabbed them and gave a small moan as her talons disappeared into the mounds of flesh, and Winter was very turned on by this, wondering if that’s how the talons disappeared, how his cock might feel when it was engulfed by those two tits, “I’m still thriving Prince Winter, but I just have unusually large assets. Heh, in more ways than one.” she remarked the last sentence with a shake of her voluptuous ass.

Winter pondered over this. While he enjoyed the sight of the Queen’s breasts already, he figured he may as well see how they looked with a little bit more firmness to them, though he wouldn’t give up their size for anything. “Well, recently, I’ve acquired a means to use magic. Would you like me to fix that little issue for you? It will increase your sex appeal, and would make it much easier for you to create the means for a male heir.” Winter suggested, using the Queen’s tired state of mind to his advantage, to bend her train of thought as much as he could.

“Oh, well I mean…I would love that, but they might get in the way of other activities if they are just sticking out of me like two extra dragons.” Ruby giggled, wiggling her breasts slightly.

“Well, let's see how you would look then.” Winter says as he snaps his talons, and instantly, Ruby’s breasts raise, their size not changing, but they are a lot more firm and horizontal than before. Winter’s eyes nearly bugged out of his eyes at how overly sexy that Ruby looked with her new breasts, “On another note, when was the last time you had sex?”

Ruby was obviously very surprised by her new bust, which makes her look even bigger than she normally did, and was obviously a bit thrown off by the question. But due to her sensitivity being increased by her new breasts, and her already tired mind and body, she found no shame to prevent her from answering the question, “Well, I usually have servants which come in every day to milk my breasts and squeeze it out using machines, but I haven’t had a cock in me for a couple of years now. Quite a dry streak, I know.”

Winter gives a fake sympathetic look, “Oh dear me. That must have been so hard for you. Do you feel as though you’ve had no opportunities, or has Cliff caused you to resist temptations for years? I understand it must be so hard. But I can help. The other queens have had problems similar to yours, and I was able to liberate them from this state of mind. Just behold what your fellow royals have become after a few hours with me.”

Ruby initially started to say, “I’m just not interested in another male at the mom-” she paused as she listened to the next few words with slight suspicion. She then raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean, ‘What they have become.’?”

Winter smirked and summoned three bubbles just like he had with the three princesses of the Sea Kingdom, but unlike last time, it instead showed Snowfall, Thorn, and Coral, each in their mind broken slutty states. He found a great pleasure in seeing that each of them had made good use of him letting them alone, as each one of them was engaged in sexual and depraved activities even when he wasn’t there to survey them.

Snowfall had clearly developed a power play kink, as she had two of her guards, who were already broken, watch over her as she let someone from the seventh circle chain her up and rail her pussy, as she had one of the Ice Nobles throatfuck her with their cock. Two more converted to the empire, Winter thought as he watched her engage in her submissive fantasies, a few more males lined the walls, having already had their turn with the Icewing Queen.

Turning to the next bubble window, he watched Thorn enjoy being pounded by Smolder, going so far in and out that her tits clapped against her face and chest, moaning as she made out with Blaze, who was in the process of being eaten out by Smolder. Winter smiled, seeing that Thorn was noticeably unfulfilled by Smolder after having experienced Winter, but he enjoyed seeing her moan nonetheless.

Lastly, he was checking in on Coral, the most recent of the Queens of Pyrrhia to join his Empire. He wasn’t disappointed by what he saw. He watched as Coral was being gangbanged by some of her sons and council members, as Shark had been seduced and was being dominated by Moray and Auklet in the background. He was tempted to show more of the Royal Families themselves, but the bubbles were mostly focused on the Queen’s themselves, and the others were mainly just happening to be in the same room or vicinity.

Winter looked back towards Ruby to gauge her reaction to her fellow Queen’s slutty actions and he was certainly not disappointed by her step backwards in surprise. She could clearly be seen imagining the moans and gagging comming each Queen that had given up their own pride, and were fucking the members of their own tribe, “I..I see now..” she said, her voice visibly shaken by what she was seeing, and Winter was quite impressed was how calm she seemed, even though she was disturbed. She looked to Snowfall and Thorn one last time, visibly wincing as she saw Coral out of the corner of her eye gulping down her son’s cum as he climaxed down her throat, “You did all of this, right?”

Winter raised an eyebrow. Out of all the emotions that he would have expected from her voice, like being defeated, intimidated, outraged, or even horrified, he certainly would not have expected her to sound impressed. He nodded and walked closer to the Skywing Queen, slowly advancing on her, “Yes, Ruby, and I fully intend to do the same thing to you. And after you, the whole Kingdom. Maybe I’ll even pick and choose a few or even only one Skywing to be a part of my personal set. Ooh, choices, choices.”

With a snap of his magic and talons, the door clicked shut behind him with magical force. Ruby wouldn’t be leaving this room without being broken and bent to his will. Winter slowly cornered Ruby, the bubbles appearing around him, making it so she had to watch her fellow Queens submit to their desires, as sex crazed as wild animals in heat. Ruby felt the cold wall of the room press against her back as Winter approached, a predatory look on his face as he focused on her assets, wanting them to be his so badly. With another flick of his tail, another bubble appeared in view, as he remarked, “How about you see how a champion of your people is loving my rule more than yours?”. Ruby’s eyes widened as she saw Peril riding Turtle’s cock as Anemone sat on Turtle’s face, his tongue licking deep into her pussy.

“Hmmm,” Ruby pondered as she looked down at her now firm breasts, and thought for a while. She wasn’t entirely on board with essentially giving her kingdom and her will over to him, but looking back at the several Queens that he had claimed and broken, she could have said the same for them. She didn’t really see any other option for compromise, so she may as well take the hit. She gently placed her arms around Winter’s neck, leaned over, and kissed him softly on the lips, “I accept your proposition Prince Winter. I will allow you to claim me and my Kingdom.”

Winter lightly snarled as she let her mouth open and tongue roll out. She wasn’t allowing him to do anything. She was submitting to him. It was going to happen anyway. And then she had the gall to address him as a meager prince! As if he wasn’t to become her new King. Putting his two hands on her head, he forced her to her knees, her face on level with his massive cock, “Correction, Ruby. I am King Winter to you, and you better not forget that you belong to me.”

Before Ruby could answer, he grabbed her horns and forced her to take his cock all the way down her throat in one thrust, bucking his hips against the Skywing Queen’s. Ruby wished that he could have been a little more gentle with her, since she had submitted to him of her own free will, but the cock that was currently being shoved down her throat was an indication that that decision wasn’t going to give her any leniency. She wrapped her tongue around the cock that was bulging out of her throat, bobbing her head on it. She gripped his thighs and stroked them softly, trying to make them seem a bit more like equals in this situation, more of a diplomatic relation than an outright rape of a Queen.

Unfortunately for Ruby, Winter knew exactly what she was doing. In honesty, he didn’t care if it was rape or not. He had a mission, and that mission was to break Ruby under his whim, to make her a mindless slut, regardless of whether or not she had agreed to it beforehand. He relentlessly pounded on her throat, forcing her onto her hands and knees, giving him a nice view of Ruby’s plump, red ass. Ruby was groaning as the vibrations throughout his cock made her throat shake as he thrusted in and out of her mouth. She was briefly lifted up by the force of his thrusts as she put her hands back on the floor in order to stabilize her body. The mascara that lined her eyes was threatening to drip as tears had started to form on the edges of her eyes, an instinctual response to her throat being pushed beyond it’s limit. She had never taken a cock this big before in her life. She felt the thrusts move her back and forth, causing her massive bust and ass to shake alluringly back and forth as she kept up her blowjob.

Winter was convinced that she could take more than what he was giving at this point, so he rammed his tail up her pussy, while his hands went to her tits. He smiled as his hands nearly disappeared into her soft mammaries, giving him a nice mound of flesh to knead and play with as he tail fucked her from behind and litterally fucked from the front. Ruby’s eyes widened in pain and humiliating pleasure as the tail went right through her, and her tits were being squeezed so much by Winter’s strong talons, that she thought they might just explode.

Her eyes rolled over in her head as she felt every little spine on Winter’s tail as it entered her pussy, caressing her walls and g-spot every time one of the spikes pressed against it. Her eyes nearly popped with pleasure as she felt a certain feeling come over her, as if she was unrestrained. She realized this was the freedom of being a shameless slut. Her mind wasn’t being utterly destroyed like the other Queens, and a part of her wished it had been, but it was still amazing.

Ruby’s hands also went to her tits, groaning as milk started to leak out of her large and puffy areola as her throat tightened around her King’s cock, no, her Master’s cock. Winter was grunting as his climax was coming closer and closer to being released all inside of Ruby. With one last grunt, he shoved her mouth to the base of his cock as he pressed her lips around, acting as a seal. She could feel her lips tremble as the cum shot through his cock, exploding with gallons of his thick, cold cum were fired down her throat at incredible speeds.

Ruby was forced to smell Winter’s musk, as her nose had been pressed into his crotch, to make sure that she could feel the loads of cum make their way down his cock and into her slutty cumdump of a body. Her stomach slightly swelling as it threatened to match the size of her boobs, no small feat considering their massive proportions. She squealed in pleasure, her pussy dousing Winter’s tail in her fluids, cumming before gulping all of his glorious cum down into her belly.

Winter did not cease his claiming of her for a moment, continuing to pump his cum down her throat, the bubbles around him still showing Ruby anything and everything that was currently happening to the other Queens. In his head, he was counting off the remaining Tribes, and the Queens that he hadn’t claimed yet. The Rainwings, Nightwings, and Mudwings. He paused. Those first two were his first slut’s tribes. Moon lived among the Rainwings and Nightwings when she was in the Academy with him. Maybe that’s what he should go for next. In the present, Winter was refusing to stop pumping gallon upon gallon of cum into Ruby’s mouth, wanting nothing more than to see the Queen of what many considered to be the mightiest military in the world, begging and broken in front of him, loyal only to his cock.

Ruby, at this point, finally understood that Winter was not going to stop fucking her until she was just as much of a slutty whore as the rest of the Queens of Phyrrhia. There was still a small part that didn’t want to be, and overtook her as she thought that maybe she could convince him otherwise. Winter looked directly at the Queen as she pinched her nipples, moaning loudly as she drank up Winter’s cum as her milk poured onto the floor around them.

After about a minute of this, Winter finally stopped. This still left Ruby quite swollen from all the cum stuffing her full. He made sure she sealed her holes as he pulled out of her, “So, slut. What do you think of my glorious empire now that you’ve witnessed firsthand how great it would be?”

Ruby gave a great cough as Winter pulled out. She felt her throat, noting it was notably sore, as it was unprepared to take Winter’s cock. She needed to convince him that she was already broken, maybe then she could retain her mind. So she said in a fake slutty voice, “I-it is wonderful my King.” She rolls her belly over, feeling his cum slosh inside of it as her boobs kept secreting their wonderful milk over her and the floor.

Winter raised a brow, knowing that Ruby was till very much herself, and so he made the decision that after he had fucked her within an inch of losing all sense of coherent thought, he was going to hypnotise her. Walking behind her, he mounted the Skywing Queen, his immense might pinning her form to the floor, her massive tits scraping on the stone as Winter raised her ass up in the air, lining himself up to her pussy, still wide from his tail, “No, that isn’t going to fool me you whore. I will not stop until you give up every scrap of dignity you have, and beg for me to rail you like the bitch that you and I know that you are. I won’t tolerate you trying to use a fake voice to try and convince me that you are broken.”

Ruby looked and appeared very distressed, as she realized that her plan to escape eternal sluttiness had failed. She tried to get up, but her ass was still held in Winter’s iron grip, magically amplified beyond what she could hope to escape from. Her breasts were squished outwards from how hard that Winter was forcing her into the ground, the pressure on her tits causing them to ooze out her precious breast milk. Worry clouded her mind, wondering if these were going to be her last moments as herself, begging Winter not to make her a mindless slut. She tried one last ditch effort to preserve her sense of self, “Winter. I am so sorry. P-please. My King. I have already accepted myself into your empire. I-I don’t want to become a complete slut, like you have done for the rest of my fellow Queens. C-can we at least make my sluttification more subtle? What if I forget my love for Cliff once you break me? I can’t take that…”

Winter was a bit hesitant to do that. He did consider her not wanting to lose her love for her son. He himself knew exactly what it was like to have a mother that did not love you. As much as he was indifferent now, that pain was not something he wanted to willingly inflict on others. Even still, he couldn’t leave Ruby unbroken. So he decided to do both things in one, “No, I do not show any of my toy mercy, regardless.” He could see the horrified look in Ruby’s eyes before he thrusted deep inside of her pussy. He let her get her first moan before remarking, “Do not think that I am not generous. I will send you to Cliff after I am done with you. While I will still be your priority, you will still love your son as much as you have before. Be sure of that.” and with that, he started to pound deep into her pussy, moaning at her walls clenching in on his cock.

Ruby would have preferred that he not break her at all, but hearing him say that, she found it that much easier to relax and let him do what he wanted with her body. She moaned as Winter’s cock thrusted hard against the walls of her pussy, his immense girth ramming right against the confines of her womb, causing wet noises with each thrust against her hips as he penetrated the Queen. The comment about Cliff did put her at ease, but at the same time, she was curious about what exactly that meant for her, “Ahhh! Oh! Fuckk mee!” ,she roared as she arched her back.

Winter continued to pound Ruby, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass into his crotch with each of his powerful and magic magnified thrusts, loving the feeling of the royal pussy getting ruined by his majestic cock. “Ah, Ah!, AH!” Ruby was yelling out in pleasure, panting as Winter’s thrusts somehow got even more powerful than before. The grip on her ass feels so good, like she was enchained in her own dungeons, and the cock penetrating her pussy made the whole sensation feel surreal. With a smile on her face, she looked back at her King, thrusting her jiggling and rippling cheeks back into Winter, “My King. Th-thank you!” she howls as she orgasms, her fluids dousing Winter’s dick, crotch, and much of his thighs in her arousal.

“Heh, so what do you think now slut? Do you finally accept your place in my empire? A Skywing slut whose only purpose is to act as a whorish cumdump for the males of the world?” Winter says as he continued to pound her, loving how slick and lubed up she was from her orgasm, and knew his own climax was coming soon.

“Ahhh, not yet my King. Finish inside me please. I can’t accept my role as your slut until I have felt your glorious seed shoot deep inside my womb.” She smiled back at him, giddily giggling as she whispered, “You look majestic covered in my fluids my Lord.” and that was what did it for Winter. With an immense roar, Winter slams as deep into her as he can reach, the head of his cock hitting the walls of her womb as he starts to pump gallons more cum inside of her.

Ruby gave a shuddering gasp as her body lurched forward, the pressure of the cum shooting out of his dick actually making her slide a few inches off. His cold frigid seed filled her slit with all the force of a geyser. All of this culminated in an absolutely mind shattering orgasm. Ruby’s mind was reduced to a hazy sky of lust and sex, her face a reflection of how absolutely shattered her mental state was at the moment. Winter was smirking above her, pumping gallon after gallon of his virile seed into her, and all of this was happening as her mind was rebuilding into its new form. This caused her to ingrain that feeling of cum shooting into her womb as a core part of her, turning her from a mighty Queen to a cum obsessed slut.

“O-oh my. It is so much cum my King.” Ruby remarked as her walls squeezed his length, milking his cock for as much as it needed from him, “Please do tell me. How is your majestic cock so productive? I wish others could be like this. I desire little more than that feeling of cum filling up my slutty body.”. To make her point, she played with her boobs, shaking them a bit as her body groaned from holding all of Winter’s seemingly endless seed.

Winter smirked and simply kept her plugged with his cock, which was still shooting cum, causing her belly to expand even further than previously, “Ah, ah, my dear. A magician never reveals his secrets.” Ruby made a noncommittal noise, clearly wanting more of an explanation, but there was no need to worry about it. It wasn’t that big of a deal to her anyways. All that mattered was that there was more cum to stuff her and break her with.

After about another minute, Winter stopped, his cock finally done contracting and spewing its production into the Skywing Queen. Winter took a shuddering gasp. He found that surprising. His stamina had been magically enhanced, as he wondered just how long he had been fucking Queens for in order to get that tired already. He shook it off as he looked down at his newest conquest, “Now. I am going to pull out of you. As my cum dump, you must keep all of my cum inside of you at any cost. Do you understand?”

“O-okay my KING!” Ruby yelped as his cock left her pussy with a loud popping noise, as it allowed a few splashes of Winter’s cum to escape her gaping pussy. With a small noise, she tensed her muscles to close the seal.

“Good, now sit there and wait like a good bitch. I’m going to fulfill my promise, and get your son for you. Since your mind is still reforming, if you have sex with him so soon after your mind is repaired, you should still maintain your undying love for him. Understand?”

After a few seconds, Ruby nodded, still half focused on maintaining the seal holding all of her King’s cum inside of her. Winter smiled, and as it would turn out, that same guard that had let him in earlier was currently guarding outside of Cliff’s door, thankfully alone. It might have been hard to convince the other one to go away, if they were male that is. If they would have been female, it would have been even better, but he wasn’t going to waste time thinking about things that might have been. With a smirk, he saw that she recognized him from earlier. A blush and a quick wink allowed him access to Cliff’s chambers. She was compliant for reasons that he certainly hadn’t intended. He was definitely keeping her. Her body wasn’t that bad, maybe he could keep her the way she was already. He turned to Cliff, who was startled a bit by the sudden intrusion, “Hey, Prince Cliff. Your mother wants to see you in her chambers. She needs to show you something that I personally think that you will enjoy greatly.”

Cliff was obviously surprised by this sudden development, but he wasn’t going to disobey a direct order from his mother, “It must be special if she has sent you to individually get me for whatever there is to see.” he asked, putting down his painting and following Winter back to his mother’s chambers. He asked that Eagle accompany him, as he was a Prince. Winter agreed without hesitation. He was thinking back to why she was currently so enraptured with him. He was then hit with a small hint of familiarity. He remembered that Eagle had been mentioned once by Hailstorm. She had been a friend of Pyrite, who had been Hailstorm in an imprisoned shell. Perhaps she had heard of his plight to bring back Hailstorm, and was fascinated by him.

“Hey, Eagle right? You’ve seemed to have an attraction towards me before I came here. Any reason for that in particular?” He asked, and Eagle blushed and slightly looked away. She was awkwardly walking for a few seconds before resuming.

“Well, unlike the other Eagle that was always with Pyrite whenever she was assigned somewhere, she always seemed to be conflicted about, well, everything. Somedays, I would hear her whimpering in the barracks, calling out to someone, to help her. She had no self confidence in herself, and needed to be told what to do. I wished that she would eventually find peace. Of course, that ended up happening with you, though not how I expected. I’m happy that you helped my friend find peace.”

Winter was surprised at how moved he felt by her story. So it was respect and affection for a friend that allowed him to enter. Okay, that sold it. He was definitely keeping her for himself. He whispered to her, “Hey, while Cliff is with his mother, I’m gonna show you a thing or two that will change your life.” in a very suggestive tone. She blushed, and he saw a shiver, but she remained composed, but he could see she couldn’t wait.

Coming up on the Queen’s chambers, Winter motioned for Eagle to follow him and Cliff inside, and he was delighted to see that Cliff was thunderstruck at the sight of his mother, who was laying on the rug, her pussy dripping from all the cum that Winter had loaded into her slutty and broken form. Eagle on the other hand, had a completely baffled expression, and Winter gripped her ass lightly, moving her towards the Queen’s bed.

“What the Skies?!” Cliff yelped as he backed up from the scene in front of him. He was awestruck as he looked at his mother, a smell was emanating from her, like it sent fire blazing through him. He was confused about what had caused her to change. Her breasts were now upright, and her belly was as big as her bountiful tits.

Ruby looked up at Cliff’s surprised outburst. She looked so happy to see him. There was her son, all grown up now, and in her lust filled mind, she felt her pussy grow wetter knowing how energized his younger and ripe body must be for her, “Hello my son, it is about time I give you a very special present, my own body for you to use.” she said, her voice slutty and seductive.

Cliff was spluttering, his heart nearly beating out of his chest. In the back of his mind, there was the rational part of him that was screaming at him that this was his mother, he shouldn’t be having these dirty thoughts that were currently surging through his mind, sending signals to his erecting dick, which he feebly attempted to hide behind his hands.

“Come here, my dearest little boy, all grown up now.” Ruby told him as she gestured with her claws to come to her. Meanwhile, Eagle was just letting Winter grip his talons up and down her form, unclipping and pulling off her armor slowly and sensually, until she was left naked on the Queen’s bed. Winter shushed her as she went to moan for the simply from arousal that she felt. He smirked at seeing that she was already wet from him slowly stripping her, and he could tell that being undressed like this was driving her mad with lust, and he was well prepared to accommodate her stripping kink when he got back to his palace in Sanctuary after his conquest.

“I’m going to do to you the same thing that I did to your Queen, Eagle. You want that, right?” Winter whispered into her ear, and Eagle gave a brief nod in response. She wanted to be taken by him, and she started to press her rear against his crotch, which was still wet and doused with Ruby’s fluids from her orgasm. She moaned as her Queen’s fluids also covered her ass, as Winter took supreme joy in mounting her, pressing her tits down into the sheets below them as he slowly entered, wanting to tease her this time. He had already claimed her. She wanted to be a part of his empire, so there was no need to rush at this point. He enjoyed hearing her sensual moan as her fiery pussy met his ice cold dick. He wouldn’t need to change her.

“Oh, my. Winter, please fu-” she was cut off as he gripped her throat from behind, yet she felt no danger behind it, as a soldier would normally have done. She looked back as Winter was jerking his head slightly towards Cliff slowly and hesitantly approaching his mother.

“Shhh, don’t ruin Cliff’s first time with his mother.” Winter whispered into her ear as he slowly began to thrust into her pussy, her moans became a bit quieter as she acknowledged his command and superiority to her, and she looked back onto the mother and son impending coitus that was about to be a show for them to watch.

Ruby sat up and patted a seat on the rug in front of her in order for him to sit down. He did so obediently, and was currently hiding his erection with only a small degree of success. His dick was mostly covered, but his balls, which Ruby noted were nice and full of cum, were clearly visible. With a reach forward, she cupped his balls in her talons, lightly fondling them as he moaned. She lightly pressed on his chest, setting him down on his back. She was glad as her ministrations on his balls were causing him to tense his arms, moving them off of his cock, revealing it’s full length, which he blushed at. Ruby slowly made her way up and resting over him, and he looked up at the looming shadow of her. He felt her crotch rub against his erect cock, Winter’s cum dripping down onto his cock. As if hit with an aphrodisiac, he felt his arousal peak, his still mostly erect dick changed from being soft, to being as hard as a cliff face, and no, Winter’s mind made that comparison on purpose.

Ruby looked down at her son’s cock, smiling at it, “Oh my dear boy, you have certainly grown nicely. Ten whole inches for someone your age is a mark of a virile and strong male. I couldn’t be more proud of you.” she remarked as she started to grind her crotch along the length of his cock, moaning at the ridges she felt as it rubbed against her clit.

Cliff on the other hand, was becoming ever more flustered and aroused as she did that, the rational part of his mind was growing ever smaller, desperately wanting some confirmation as to what was going on here, “M-mom? Wh-what are you going to do with me?”

Ruby gave her only son a kind look, “Oh don’t you worry about getting into trouble Cliff. I am the Queen of the Skywings. Everything we do is right. You might even be praised among some people, when we finish what I’m about to do to you.” She said as she leaned down further, licking her long tongue over the length of his cock. Cliff was breathing hard, his own precum starting to dribble down his cock, which of course his mother happily lapped up, and he moaned as she flicked the tip of his dick with the tip of her tongue.

“B-but are we ready yet for something like this?” Cliff asked, trying to avoid eye contact as his balls pulsed in arousal, and his cock was twitching, wanting to breed this willing female in front of him with all the fury of a firescales’s hottest flame.

“Of course we are ready honey. She put a talon across Cliff’s cheek, which he did lean against, wanting some comfort in his mother’s talons, “Wouldn’t you like that? The feeling of pleasing your mother in a way that only you could. Nobody could give me the greater pleasure of my own son giving me the extreme sexual pleasure from your cock.”

“B-but mommy. I don’t know what I need to do in this kind of situation.” and wasn’t that just the most adorable thing to Ruby. He was calling her his mommy. Just like he used to as a young dragonet. That just added to her arousal. She decided to take control of the situation. It was her duty as a mother to look after her child in a situation like this.

“Cliff the Skywing, you will fuck me. You will, cum inside me. And you will enjoy it. You had better, because this is not going to be the only time that we do this.” She moved back and trapped him, his legs becoming trapped under her massive breasts with a heavy plump of flesh.

“B-but what if I don’t want to?” Cliff squealed, trying in futility to escape the immense weight of his mother’s breasts on his legs. His mother gave him no response, instead grabbing the back of his head and pulling him forward into a passionate kiss. In which, still was a small pool of Winter’s cum. She let that be transferred into Cliff’s mouth via the kiss, and Cliff felt the unnatural chill of Winter’s cum pouring down his throat. Ruby’s breasts shifted forward, rubbing Cliff’s length along the great mounds of flesh that her mammaries were.

Cliff couldn’t help but feebly try and resist the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to be overtaking his mind, his instincts telling him that this was a potential mating and breeding partner. A small part of him wanted his mother back, and so he asked, “M-mom. Please. There has to be some other way. Wh-what did that Icewing do to you to make you like this?” He looked accusingly at Winter, who was still in the process of breaking Eagle’s will to every fight back. Not that she had much in the first place. He was spanking her ass every other thrust, the red almost not standing out against her fiery red scales, and she had a broken look on her face. Her tongue was hanging out, a giddy smile, and her eyes were looking up towards the back of her head.

“Oh, that. Well, if you do need to know Cliff,” Ruby said, pulling out from the kiss, “He fucked me. He fucked me so hard. I needed that Cliff, so much so that I became a willing slut for his new empire. He let me keep my love for you, allowing me to have passionate sex with you. And that is exactly what I am going to do. You feel it, don't you, the start of a new era for the Skywings. United under his empire, we won’t have to fight anymore, all we need to care about is pleasing him and ourselves, and you will be the first one that I convince to follow him. I know you want it, otherwise your dick would not have erected so much at the first sight of your naked mother.” she pulled him closer, his dick squished under and between her two gigantic breasts.

Cliff’s eyes went wide with shock. Looking over to see Eagle’s broken expression, he felt his rational part screaming that they should have recognized this was happening sooner, and now he was truly trapped, “But Mother! Look what he has you doing! We need to be stopping him. You can’t bend to his will. That isn’t saving us, that’s just helping him get what he wants!” he said, looking at Winter’s victorious expression with a scared look on his face. Ruby quickly covered his mouth so that he would not upset Winter any more than he had with his traitorous talk.

“Do not worry about those things Cliff. Everything is going to be okay. We can run the Kingdom like normal. We just will be able to do things like this without needing to hide any more. Just imagine, I know you have that little crush of yours. Imagine confessing and making love in the middle of the square. And instead of receiving disgust, they might even cheer you on as you make love to the girl of your dreams. Doesn’t that seem like paradise?” She said as she put her hands into her own expansive cleavage, starting to fondle and jerk him off inside her breasts.

Cliff could not believe what was happening to him at this moment. He had only ever masturbated once, and that was to the crush that Ruby had mentioned earlier. He felt as if he was about to explode with how much cum was about to spew out of his cock. And it was at the hands, and tits, of his mother. Ruby kept kneading her pillowy bust against her son’s member, feeling the heat as it started twitching. Her scales started to become slick as a few ropes of his pre lubricated the insides of her cleavage. He began to moan as this feeling felt almost as if he was fucking a pussy with how moist and soft it was becoming. Ruby comforted him, “Cliff, don’t attempt to try and fight it. Let all of your cum out, just bask in the beauty and softness in my tits, and if it helps, try to imagine this is your crush doing this to you. I’ll even let you milk me, drinking from my tits just as you did when you were just a small dragonet.”

Cliff let out a loud roar as he sprayed his white skywing seed all over Ruby’s voluptuous tits, the white liquid hitting her chin and slowly dribbling down her neck and to her bust, covering it in even more white seed. She smiled, loving the slight taste of his royal seed for a few drops she lapped up and into her mouth. Ruby sighed as her soft breasts continued to encase Cliff’s member. She rubbed a talon across the cum that had painted the top of her breasts, and gave it a long lick, the taste even rivaling Winter’s in her mind, “See sweetie. I told you it was okay. You’ve made me the proudest mother in the Sky Kingdom.” she said as she bent over and engaged in another passionate and heartfelt kiss, fiercely locking lips with her son.

It was at that moment, that something internally snapped inside of Cliff’s mind. The rational part of him was gone, and it showed no signs of coming back. Either due to his mother’s claiming of his seed, his own lust, or Winter’s corruption, he was tired of simply laying back and letting his mother do whatever she wanted to him. If she wanted to be fucked, then by the skies, he was going to give her a fucking she would never forget, “Allright mother. You want to be a whore for your son? Fine. I'll give you exactly what you want.”. Aided by his own arousal, or maybe because Winter used his magic to help give him a bit more strength, he managed to escape out from under his mother’s breasts, mounted her, and shoved his fat cock right into Ruby’s pussy.

“Oh fuck YES!” Ruby moaned as Cliff started to treat her exactly like the slut she wanted to be treated as. But still, there was a small part of her that wanted to be on top. So she wrapped her tail around his waist, and pulled him off of her. She then ground her large and bountiful ass along his cock, “I am your mother, Prince Cliff. I am the one in charge.”. She then grabbed his cock and sat on it, dropping with all her weight, going all the way to the hilt, and moaning her arousal to the skies.

With a second bout of unseen strength, Cliff had forced his mother back onto her back. He wanted to destroy her, ruin her pussy like the whore she had so willingly chosen to be under Winter’s rule. He stretched his arm out and began to choke her neck as he resumed pounding his way deep into his mother’s pussy. They both feel the cum from Winter’s corruption churning in Ruby’s pussy, driving them both deep under Winter’s control.

“Oh fuck yes!” Ruby grabbed a pillow in her jaws that had fallen on the ground from Winter and Eagle’s now dynamic fucking position, him grabbing her arms and holding her over the edge of the bed as he fucked her asshole harder and harder, “Mommy is so proud of you, my big strong Skywing son.” Ruby wailed as she came all over Cliff’s crotch, her fluids dousing his cock. Her breasts bounced back and forth, her cum covered cleavage slapping against her whenever she thrusted in and out. Ruby was gagging from the choking, now clearly depicting who was in charge here.

Cliff kept moaning as he pounded his mother with all the force of a Skywing warrior. He tore the pillow out of her mouth, wanting her moans to reverberate around the room for everyone to hear, “You like that. I can hear your slutty moans even through that pillow, you stupid whore.”

Ruby wasn’t able to summon up the state of mind to deny what her son was saying as he was thrusting into her pussy as she was bucking her ass back into his crotch, and she realized she couldn’t have denied what he was saying about her, “Y-yes, my son! I love being treated like a filthy whore by my stud of a son. I am so proud of you.” she whined as she moved her tail to caress his ass cheeks. She also began to pinch her own nipples, staining the ground once again with her milk, the feeling was like having two different orgasms at the exact same time, as this feeling elicited another orgasm for her. Cliff was the perfect breeding stud for her.

And similarly, Cliff no longer saw Ruby as the mother he once saw her as, all he viewed her as was the slutty queen that was submissive to his dick. He doubted that if he asked her to make a decision between keeping her throne, or keeping access to his dick, she would jump on his cock without hesitation. He choked her even harder than before, ramming himself deep inside of her. His cock began spewing cum deep into his mother’s pussy, her belly expanding further than her bust as he told her, “Take it all then, you stupid fucking whore.”

Ruby felt her son grip her tightly as her vision started to blur. She was experiencing a vision of the great king that her son would grow up to be. Her son’s cum was warm and fertile inside of her. Maybe she might even have a new female heir with her own son. The thought was so appealing to her lust infected mind, her heart beating out of her chest.

After two minutes, he pulls out. Winter watched as Cliff collapsed into Ruby’s embrace, cum slowly leaking out of her pussy. Meanwhile, he had been busy fucking Eagle into a stupor. He promised her that if she was ever on duty, he would strip her naked right there in front of anyone, it didn’t matter if they were corrupted or not. He spanked her ass as he came again, filling her womb with cum. She was going right into his personal favorite set, just like Kinkajou and Moray. She was just perfect for him. That made it upsetting when he realized it was time to go and conquer the Rain Kingdom. He gave her a few more hours of fucking and playing with her body before he informed her about how he had to leave. While she was upset, he told her if she needed to find him, to go right into the palace in Sanctuary. She nodded and bounded out of the room to take off, without even getting dressed. He laughed as he took one last look at the incestuous union asleep on the floor, before taking off, flying off towards the Rainforest, and Queen Glory, and Princess Greatness later.

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As Winter approached the Rainforest, he took delight in knowing that Glory and the rest of the Rainwings were unaware of his presence. How could they? He had cast an illusion to delude anyone into thinking that he was a Rainwing. Deathbringer is the only one he could really see as being a possible problem, so he knocked Deathbringer out early. He tied him off, and magically sent him back to Lynx to be converted to the ways of his empire. Now that he had rid himself of the only real problem to his conquest, he was ready to take down the last true problem. Glory had been told what he was doing, and he was about to turn her into a submissive whore like the rest of the queens. He had transformed back into his natural Icewing state.

Glory was searching all over the rainforest, because she was worried that this was as she feared, as Winter supposed she should be. She was going to add replacements, though Winter knew that Deathbringer was more competent than nine Nightwings put together. He watched as Glory was growling in annoyance and worry when it was time to go to sleep, yet her bodyguard was still absent. She was careful, and a little window spell allowed him to watch what she was doing, effectively making the knives that she stored underneath her wings useless. She had doubled the guards that normally watched her hut.

Of course, Glory was unaware of the great amount of power that Winter had cultivated from his magic, and as a result, any non-magical guards were essentially moot. With a casual stroll, he froze the guards in place, walking past them without any interference. He also made the hut sound-proof, just in case there were backups. He doubted it. Glory was a fierce Queen, but was still hot headed and overconfident in herself. He could even see it in her figure. Being by far the youngest Queen of the current Pyrrhia, she still had a youthful beauty to her, and her years of training from under the mountain had made her muscles quite respectfully defined. Though not as much as Thorn, her years as an Outclaw made her much more naturally trained.

He watched her pacing form, admiring her curves. He mentally felt a tiny bit jealous of Deathbringer, having such a nice dragoness to himself. Well, not anymore. He felt as if Rainwings were one of the more unique tribes for sexual activities, as they could change their appearance to mimic any one of the tribes, and the fact that their personality often influenced her natural appearance, as such, no Rainwing was exactly the same.

“Ugh, this is a mess. What can I do against him, if the other Queens end up unable to stop him? What chance do I have?” Glory worried to herself, resting on her hammock, the pillow providing her little comfort as she feared this would keep her up all night. She curled her tail around her body, trying to fall asleep.

With a swift opening of her door, Winter walked into her hut, a triumphant smile on his face, “Simple answer. You can’t. I suggest you give in now, make everything that will be made so much easier.” Her hammock collapsed into the long vines that composed it, which wrapped around Glory’s wrists, wings, tail and ankles, quickly immobilizing her, suspending her in midair.

Glory exclaimed in outrage and surprise, but trying as she may to reach for her knives, the hammock, as well as vines from various plants throughout the room, restricted her movement immediately. She writhed and tugged at the vines that were restraining her, tightening harder and harder as she tried to lunge for Winter, “Winter. So you finally show your depraved face. I couldn’t believe what I read, but now I see it. I thought you were better than this, Winter."

The vines wrapped around her tighter, sprawling her out in the air, lifting her tail up to reveal her slit and asshole. With a tap on her tail, Winter commands, “I enchant Glory of the Rainwings to be unable to use her venom.” he says as she unhinged her jaw. He smirked at the infuriated look on her face, as he moved a vine, which was much thicker than her pussy, closer to her entrance. He enjoyed watching her body change as the color of embarrassment and arousal threatened to overturn the feelings of outrage she was feeling, “I decided I want power, and this is the only manner in which I can fulfill that need.”

Without another word, the thick vine shot up Glory’s pussy, past her womb and into the stomach, as she hissed angrily at him, “Bring it on you fucking coward!” she roared as the vine shoved into her. She groaned as the pleasure from the vine sent waves of ecstasy through her form, the writhing plant hitting her nerve centers,

Winter didn’t relent for a single second, the vines going all the way up her throat, hitting the back of her mouth, thrusting wildly as as he ordered another one to penetrate her asshole, just as fast as the first one had entered, “I suggest you calm yourself. You will soon be mine anyways.”

Glory gagged as the vines wound around each other, becoming thicker and more layered with leaves, soft leaves that flicked inside of her, rubbing her at all times as the vines moved back and forth inside of her. She let out a hacking cough, getting out, “You won’t win, Winter. The other Queens will not stand aside and do nothing.”

“Oh, foolish of you to assume that you were the first on my list Glory.” Winter said as his dick erected, in full sight of Glory’s eyes. He ordered two more vines to fuck her ears, the thin plants burying deep into her ear canals, thrusting in and out as if it were a pussy. He really wanted to break Glory more thoroughly than any Queen he had met so far. She had one of the strongest wills, one that he used to admire. Her passion had turned an entire tribe of lazy and unmotivated dragons, to a competent enough force to effectively infiltrate and neutralize the entirety of the Nightwing threat, and at the same time, rescue the trapped Rainwings.

Glory groaned hard as the vines infiltrated her ears. It felt weirder than nearly anything else she had felt before, and it felt like her brain itself was being brushed against by the plants. She tried desperately to shake them out, but the “shllk, shllk” sounds of the vines fucking her all the way though was permeating her senses, reducing the amount of focus she could muster on not giving into Winter’s enticing commands. She couldn’t hold back the moans, focusing on not letting her sense of self fade, as Winter got to enjoy the sounds of the Rainwing Queen moaning like an absolute slut.

Winter used his magic with another flick of his claws, making them thicker, and they moved so that she was horizontally facing him, with her tits facing upwards towards the ceiling. He smirked, playing with them as he could see the visible imprint that they were forming as they pounded Glory’s throat from the back. He forced her mouth open, shoving his long, thick Icewing cock deep into her maw. He felt the vines pressing on his dick as they met with each thrust, meeting each other in the middle. Glory was moaning, and Winter could only guess at her internal struggles. She was a Queen that prided herself on her resilience, and as a result, she was trying desperately to resist the growing pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her will.

Winter let out a growl as he saw Glory’s jaw tense up, seemingly to bite down on his cock. A quick spell made her physically incapable of clamping down, as if her muscles had locked up, and no matter how hard she tensed her muscles, it felt as if she was trying to bite through a barrier of iron, and it made her other muscles ache in the attempt.

Glory tried to move her arms, but the pleasure that was currently running rampant through her body made her efforts seem as though she was enjoying this, her toes curling up in pleasure. Winter was intrigued to see she yelped and moaned as he had the ears stimulated more. Not something he had seen that much, but he could work with that.

However, Winter was losing a bit of patience, as Glory wasn’t corrupted yet. Summoning a few more plants with hollow insides, he made them latch onto Glory’s nipples, the sensitive flesh being squeezed by the flora that she had previously cultivated. He found this quite funny. The plants she had cultivated for months would be tools in her own corruption. He continued to pound his cock deeper into her maw, and he grinned as he saw her moan and orgasm, her fluids drenching the vines penetrating her ass and pussy, the wet shliking noises becoming more pronounced.

Winter grunted as her shivers in her throat from the orgasm made his cock feel glorious. He then mentally slapped himself for thinking that. That was the cheesiest thing he could have thought to describe this situation. Winter ordered more vines into her ass and pussy, gaping them so wide that one could see inside it for a good bit if the vines were transparent. Another wave of shivers were striking through Glory’s body as Winter made a realization.

He was going to win this battle, no doubt about it.

To add to his sense of victory, he began to cum, his cock spewing his icy loads deep into her throat, making their way past the vines and into her stomach. Winter refused to let up, still thrusting in and out with the speed at which a hummingbird flaps it’s wings. Her face was smashed into his crotch, his balls slapping wetly against her face as her saliva covered it. He continued to pump it as her belly swelled to match the size of her tits, going even past that. He smiled as he fucked her deeper, her tongue fondling his crotch as he finished up inside of her. He pulled out with a loud “shhhlllik” and a pop, as Glory was gasping for air.

Winter snapped his fingers and the vines retracted, Glory’s form resting on her stomach, still painfully full of Winter’s icy cold seed. Even with all this, she still remained unbroken, a disgusted glare staring back at him, “You are truly a disgusting dragon. Did you think that fucking every single hole in my body would turn me to your empire?” she shouted at him.

“No, not really. But I figured after this you might.” Winter said passively as he snapped his fingers. The cum was instantly absorbed into her, the extra mass going to her breasts, growing even larger than Kinkajou’s. With that edit, he looked at the now sluttified Rainwing Queen’s body. He snickered, she was struggling to maintain her balance as she tried to get up, legs still weakened from the vines, “You know, after the frankly pathetic show that was all your destiny friends’ attempts to resist my rule. I would have expected this of Tsunami. Speaking of which, she is now the slutty master of the Jade Mountain Academy’s rebranding, as the Jade Mountain Strip Club. I expect her to be a teacher as to how to properly take a pounding, as that seems to be all she is good for. Oh, and you should know that Kinkajou was a real treat. She was the first of any of my sluts to hand herself over to me willingly. She has quite the body, and she will be among those that will be pampered and prized among all others.

“What!?” Glory yelled in clear horror as she once again attempted to steady herself. Her ass rippled at the slightest movement, and she tried to grip her breasts, gasping as her hands sank into the pillowy scales, the bliss from her now super sensitive breasts sending the rest of her body into a nigh-uncontrollable heat. She was panting, sweat glistening her form, “You…what?”

Glory growled as her pure outrage surpassed her heat, walking up and slapping Winter clear across the face, screaming at him, “What the ever loving FUCK is WRONG WITH YOU?! You did all of this, ruined the lives of so many, just because you couldn’t get off your MISERABLE MOPEY ASS and THINK!? You could have LOOKED! REACHED OUT!” she slapped him again, “Yet you are even more filled with lust than I am right now. If anything, YOU ARE THE SLUT!”.

“You know, I love it when my sluts say that I am wrong, so then, I can watch them crumble as I prove….I’m…right.” he says the last two words as he caught one of Glory’s arms, and then the other one as she tried to slap him again, though they hardly did anything to him. He smirks as he easily overpowered her, “You say I ruin lives, but I liberate them. And I fully intend to do the exact same thing to you, whether you like it or not.”

Glory’s eyes shot open wide in fear, and she clawed and grabbed at Winter’s arms with her hands, though it did little to aid her, and only tired her out. As fear began to set in, tears began to form at the corners of her eyes, as she nervously asked, “A-and how will you do that?” she asked through her gasps from her still present heat.

“By fucking you until you forget the very concept of defying me.” he said as he gripped her throat, dropping her sensitive pussy right onto his cold, cum covered dick. He lifted her by her throat, his elbow buried between her cleavage, the cold scales sending jolts of sensation to Glory’s mind.

Glory’s mind was nearly shattered into pieces at that first thrust. Internally, she was astounded that he could hold so much strength in his arm as to lift her up with seemingly no effort at all. Her ass and breasts jiggled immensely, clapping against her body, and her breasts occasionally flared enough to hit her face. She couldn’t take it anymore, her dignity shriveling up and dying as she willingly let her body go limp, her form spasming as she orgasmed over Winter’s glorious cock.

Winter smirked, seeing the visible markings of a soon to be completely broken slut, occasionally slapping her massive titties hard with his other hand. Glory was moaning and gasping as her mind was shattering into pieces, every slam seeming to send a mental shockwave through her mindscape, rending and picking the remaining pieces apart, “Oh my, oh fuck!”

Winter snickered as he snarled, “Are you ready for my glorious cum, you stupid fucking Rainwing whore of a queen?” he said as he continually slapped her bust, continuing to lift her up and down onto his cock, speeding up as he didn’t really care what her answer to his question was. All he cared about right now was that he was going to break her to his whim right here and now.

“Yes my King.” Glory moaned, her head rolling slightly as her body glowed a bright pink, her natural colors fading away into the color of love and lust, “Please my King. Cum inside my pussy, just like you did to my mouth.”

In response to this, Winter did what his lust commanded them to do. He pulled her all the way down onto his cock, his cum exploding out of his cock, sending his virility deep into the awaiting womb of the Rainwing Queen.

“Oh fuck yes!” Glory exclaimed as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, a mind shattering orgasm released, mixing her exotic juices with Winter’s ice cold cum, filling her for the second time in less than twenty minutes, by her King no less. In a lust filled haze, she grabbed her tits, playing with them, enjoying how her talons disappeared into the pillowy soft scales. She couldn’t think straight, biting down on her own nipples.

Winter, on the other hand, showed no sign of relenting, continuing to fill her womb with gallons of his cum. At this point, one could make the clear assumption that his balls were magic, as her belly inflated to over twice the previous size that he had made when he pumped into her mouth earlier.

Winter released Glory, her form falling with her back on the wood with a thud, her newly expanded belly sloshing and rippling with all the cum that Winter had forced inside her, and was still doing so. Her belly threatened to pool over the sides of her torso, her head rested back as he had her ass hoisted up, pounding her even as cum shot through her body, some even escaping and dribbling down her thighs.

Winter finally stopped his thrusting and cumming as he pulled out. He let the Rainwing Queen’s ass drop to the floor with a heavy thump. He heard a knock at the door, “Well, it seems your valiant bodyguard has been added to my empire. With that, he bowed heavily to Winter as he looked at his Queen, now a broken slut bent to Winter’s will, “Deathbringer, it is now your official duty to take my empire and spread it to every dragon of your tribes.”

“Of course my King.” Deathbringer responded as he looked over at his Queen, a slight dilation of his eyes displaying he was a bit disappointed at his dragoness being dicked down, but it was his King, so those thoughts quickly left him. He looked at Glory, and she looked at him with an exasperated glare.

“I know what you’re staring at Deathy.” Glory said as he was eyeing her ass. Maybe if he did good enough of a job breaking the rest of his tribe, Winter might decide to let him have Glory’s asshole first, though he would eventually use it himself.

“My king, would you like Princess Greatness all to yourself?” Deathbringer asked. Winter thought about it. She wasn’t really a royal as she had ceded her position, but at the same time, she was a former royal, and Winter had heard she had developed nicely. So he decided against letting Deathbringer have her.

Winter smirked, “No, I will be personally taking care of two Nightwings. Secretkeeper and Greatness are mine for the taking. You two can fuck for a bit if you want.” he said as his magic once again covered him in an illusion of being a well built Nightwing. He flew off into the forest, wondering what the two Nightwings’ bodies really looked like.

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Winter was flying through the forest, and inwardly was thinking about just how long this whole conquest of the tribes had taken, and he inwardly thought that he needed to have some long rests after this was done. He felt his heart do a few leaps as he inwardly thought about Lynx. That was right, he was doing all this so he and his Queen could rule over their empire safely. That little thought gave him some extra strength to his wings as he glided down to Greatness’s house. The hut was quite a bit smaller than Glory’s hut, which made sense, but it was a bit bigger than the many other Nightwing Huts in the area. He supposed that even though her authority was superseded by Glory’s control over both of those tribes, she still had some sway over the Nightwings.

Hovering over the ground at the sight, he looked inside the window, and saw, to his delight, that both Secretkeeper and Greatness were inside at the same time. And as he looked over them, his expectations had certainly been met. Greatness was a thing of beauty. Despite growing up on the island, a rainforest diet had done it’s work over the last couple of years. She was sitting tall and fuller than most other Nightwings he had seen at Jade Mountain. Her hourglass frame was very pleasant to stare at, and he could only imagine what it would be like when he was on top of her, forcing her to serve him with utter devotion. However the main show that he was looking at was Secretkeeper, Moon’s mother.

All in all, she was about the same as Greatness, except a bit bigger. Though expectedly her cleavage was a bit larger, as she had given birth to Moon. They were currently talking to each other, and Secretkeeper seemed worried about something, ”I really shouldn’t be worried about this, but I just can’t understand why Moon would stop sending me letters. Normally she sends me one every two weeks. But it’s been way past when I usually send a letter, and now I’m freaking out.”

“I think I might have a reason for that.” Winter said as he came through the door after quickly flying around the circumference of the hut. He had a predatory grin on his face after entering the door.

“What reason? Do you know something? Did you do something?” Secretkeeper asked, raising to her feet in an instant. Winter could tell that she felt something was off, and he almost wanted to see her figure it out, as that would make breaking her all the more sweeter.

“Oh, I just taught your daughter a few things. Things that only I could teach her. And I must admit, she is a natural.” Winter snickered as he slowly started walking into the hut. He could see the thinking behind those eyes. Winter had told the truth, but she was trying to put it into context that would tell her what was actually happening.

“What things?” Secretkeeper asked, a dangerous calm in her voice. Winter dropped all subtlety and decided that the best way to take her off guard would just be to tell the truth.

“I taught her how to be a slut.” Winter said, and with that, he saw the moment that sentence registered into Secretkeeper’s mind, and he jumped on that opportunity. Literally. He leaped forward in the brief second that Secretkeeper was too shocked to move. He crashed to the floor on top of her as she began thrashing at him, screaming at him.

“YOU MONSTER! HOW DARE YO-” Winter cut her off as he held her mouth shut with one of his claws, as he pinned her down. Partly due to his own weight, and his magically increased strength, she found trying to resist him was like trying to move a mountain. She continued to growl and hiss at him, while Greatness seemed too stunned to move.

“Watch closely now, Greatness. This will be you in a matter of moments.” Winter said as he moved Secretkeeper’s legs out of the way with a flick of his tail, revealing her slit and asshole. He licked his lips. This was going to be fun. She was a bit bigger than him, so he wouldn’t normally fill her up, but his cock spoke otherwise. It grew proportionally to the size of the pussy it intended to break. He smirked as he felt it grow hard next to Secretkeeper’s thighs as she desperately fought against his hold, “Calm yourself. Wouldn’t want to hurt you before I send you to Moon.”

Secretkeeper hissed as he plunged his length into her pussy. A several year dry streak off of sex had made her pussy incredibly longing for a cock, and Winter’s large, cold, Icewing length had just fulfilled that need. Her eyes rolled up in her head as Winter penetrated her all the way in his first thrust. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Greatness shiver, though not in fear, if her hand inching towards her pussy was any indication, but in lust and envy. He wondered if he even needed to break her at all. He still would for funsies, but still. He refocused his efforts on breaking Secretkeeper. His thrusts made the wooden floor groan beneath them.

“I can feel you Secretkeeper. You’re starting to stop resisting me. I can tell, you’re having the time of your life. Don’t worry my good little whore, you’ll get much more in the empire that I’m creating.” he groaned as he felt her pussy tightening around his cock. She was about to orgasm, and he really, really wanted to see what she had to offer. She was moaning like a bitch in heat, and he occasionally gave her ass a few hard spanks, enjoying the rippling effect they had. He had let her mouth go, and was greatly enjoying the feeling of having taken his first whore’s mother. He felt her begin to quicken in her breath.

He could feel the moment where she succumbed to the pleasure wracking throughout her body at his command. Her legs and arms went limp in his grasp, no longer futilely straining for release from her position. She was letting him fuck her, and her tail even came up to his back, and began slightly pushing him deeper with each thrust. He, at that moment, decided enough was enough. He started to thrust as fast as he could possibly go, which was faster than most dragons could fly, going in and out at blazing speed. He felt her orgasm, her pussy drenching his waist in her arousal, and his own climax occurred not even ten seconds after, the cold cum shooting deep inside of her, chilling the hyper sensitive walls of her pussy with their temperature and texture. She groaned as he pulled out of her, and she tensed her muscles, keeping all of his cum inside of her at all times, even though he hadn’t asked her to. Heh, maybe being a slut was genetic or something.

Winter then heard a small moan coming from behind him. He reminded himself that Greatness was here. He turned to her, and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was pleasuring herself to the sounds of him turning Secretkeeper into his personal cockwhore. He slowly walked up to her, and grabbed her arms. She let out a small yelp as the temperature of his scales chilled her. She looked up at him with a small bit of fear and quite a bit of lust and desire as she looked up at his towering form over her. She didn’t fight back as he pressed her up against the wall.

“Hmph. Weak….unwilling to stand up and defend yourself. Seems you’ve gone soft by letting Glory have your tribe. Or is it just that you desired so much to be a submissive for someone else that you let yourself be used by everyone you meet? Hmmm, well. If you tell me a small bit of information, I’ll go easy on you…” Winter trailed off, and he saw Greatness’s chest rise and fall quickly, her feelings about this clear on her face.

“Wh-what do you need to know?” Greatness shakily said as she felt her sensitive breasts press against Winter’s cold chest.

“Good. Now, I need to know where the one known as Foeslayer lives. I have a…special interest…in her. I have a feeling she would take a liking to me.” Winter smirked. He gripped Greatness’s breasts in his hands, and he enjoyed watching her squirm as his talons groped at the sensitive flesh.

“O-of course. She-she’s at the farther end of the rainforest. Section C, you can see it on my maaaaaapp…” Greatness moaned as Winter began rubbing his cock against her pussy lips. The ridges of the cock stimulating her slit. Winter smirked as Greatness was clearly breaking to his will, and he hadn’t even inserted himself yet. That was great.

“Thanks Greatness. Per your cooperation, I will be sure to give you a few privileges for not needing to trouble me with resistance, but your more immediate reward,” Winter said as he shoved his cock all the way inside Greatness without warning, “Is of most importance.” Greatness moaned so loud, he could swear he heard the floor rumble. He began to bounce her on his cock, letting her ecstatic screams fill the room as he fucked the Nightwing Princess silly. Oh right, that would be something he needed to tease her about. Make it more fun for himself and her.

“Heh. Such a ready slut for me. I was wondering if you had grown some decisiveness after being free of the queen, but it seems as though you are always destined to be a puppet for those higher than you. Don’t worry though. I’ll treat you well enough.” Winter said as he fucked the Nightwing Princess harder, her body jumping up and down on his cock. He looked at her face, and was amused to see that she had already been reduced to a moaning broken mess before he had even climaxed. He almost laughed out loud, but figured he’d try and make sure he had her fully broken.

Abandoning all gentleness in the slightest, he slammed her hard against the wall and began to ruthlessly pound her pussy without remorse. He grinned as he felt her body tense up and climax all over his cock, which had still been standing erect as ever. Though he noticed he had started to feel a bit sore. He definitely needed to get a massage once this was over. He slammed once more into her pussy, cumming deep inside her. He chuckled as Greatness fainted from the overload of pleasure, becoming limp in his claws. He moved over to Secretkeeper.

“Stay with her for a few hours. Make sure everyone is broken before sending her to my palace. I’d like to play with her a bit more.” Winter ordered Secretkeeper, who nodded obediently. Winter then flew off into the direction of Foeslayer’s hut. He was interested in seeing if she had grown much. She had been rather confined back when he had last seen her, and he wondered how much of her could be left to the imagination.

Soon enough, he would find that nothing was left to the imagination. Foeslayer was laying on her couch as he could see through the window. And by the moons, she was big. Like, even he was large by average standards. But Foeslayer was simply massive. She was easily one and a half times his size. Her breasts rivaled the ones he gave Ruby, and her ass was as big as Coral’s, yet she seemed healthy and well figured. He was almost salivating off of seeing her. He was definitely going to have to keep her close to him.

It then occurred to him she might be more inviting than usual, because she had once fallen in love with a disgraced Icewing Prince. That was basically what he was. But now, he was going to claim her for his own personal collection. He walked in without knocking, and Foeslayer was mildly surprised by him coming in, but didn’t seem to be outraged by his sudden entrance.

“So, came to fuck me for your empire have you?” Foeslayer asked, and Winter instantly stiffened. How did she know? How many others knew? He was then pulled to attention by Foeslayer chuckling, “Heh. I knew it. It was a guess, but I suppose the evidence lines up. Secretkeeper being in a frenzy, you coming to my house after years of no contact with cum covering your waist. Not to mention I heard Glory and Greatness’s moans from across the forest. Yep. I can see and hear that. Nobody else knows though.”

Winter visibly relaxed at that, “So, are you going to resist?”

Foeslayer shook her head, “Winter, I have a several thousand year old dry spell, and nobody else here can relate to me since they don’t know who I am. But I do have a question, do you think your empire will allow me to be myself?”

Winter felt his heart lightly beat in sympathy. He kind of sympathized with her not really fitting in among their own tribe. He was the odd prince, the one who was never really understood due to his fascination with scavengers, “Of course. I’ll have my slut Snowfall grant you a pardon for any acts done against you. It’s only fair. You did suffer the Diamond Trial.” He says. He watched as she walked up to him, looking down at him. She then rolled her eyes and lay on the floor, stomach down, tail up, looking coyly back at him.

Winter smirked as he pushed himself between her massive legs, each almost as large as his torso. He let himself fall forward over her ass, which was truly an incredible feeling. He had to shove a bit to find her pussy, which glistened in arousal. He used magic to visibly increase the size of his cock, and shoved the entire length inside her. He felt the trembling around him as she moaned, and it felt like a miniature earthquake was rattling her body.

"All right, no holding back," Winter grunted, his determination evident in the forceful rhythm of his movements. His hips surged forward relentlessly, driving deep into Foeslayer's eager warmth, each thrust stirring a symphony of uninhibited moans that reverberated through the humble hut. With each plunge, her essence spilled over, trickling down his thighs in a heady cascade of desire. The ecstasy of her walls’ velvet grip around his throbbing length was like a divine paradise against the stark cold of his own hardened desire. Locking eyes with her writhing form, Winter's heart swelled with satisfaction, her unbridled delight reflected in every blissful shudder. He maintained his vigorous assault on her yielding form, eager to fuck her blissful.

He gripped her thighs as she pulled her back legs around him, pulling him deeper into her ass and pussy. He groaned as he felt himself cum, which he realized only happened after the female had usually had a climax of their own. He was surprised. Foeslayer had to have been broken. Due to the spell, as soon as he had cum inside, they had to have been broken. Yet she had somehow retained one bit of herself despite being broken. He shrugged. She was still broken, so he didn’t entirely mind her using him to get herself off.

Of course, three loads later and her only growing more aroused was not something he had anticipated to be here for. He finally gave in to temptations, “I enchant this dragon to be ten times as sensitive.” he said, and that was apparently what she needed. She orgasmed, causing a cascade of her juices to splash against his cock, drenching all of his lower half. She collapsed, moaning on the floor.

Winter extracted himself from the moaning ness and looked at her. He then winded back and spanked her ass, causing a ripple effect to form on the gigantic dragoness, “That’s for trying to make me your relief tool instead of the other way round slut.”

“I’m sorry Master. I just wanted to have a long and drawn out climax.” Foeslayer apologized, and Winter let her go after a few more spanks to assert his control.

“Well now, I think that might just be it for this kingdom. I need to start getting on to the Mudwing Queens. Then I can probably let my empire spread itself naturally.” Winter thought to himself out loud.

“Of course Master. But I do warn you, Mudwings are very large. A large portion are bigger than me, especially the bigwings.” Foeslayer advised.

“Very well. I shall take note.” Winter responded as he walked out the door. He flew out, groaning as he felt his sore muscles begin to catch up. He could only hope Moorhen would be quick and easy.

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Winter flew off to the Mud Kingdom. He wondered what Queen Morhen looked like as he had never seen the queen. Winter landed outside the Mud Palace and noticed that as grand the structure was there were minimal guards and the few that were there he simply distracted with food.

Winter wandered the palace almost freely looking for Queen Moorhen who was walking around the halls, and safe to say she was the biggest Queen of them. She towered over the rest in size, strength, and weight. She was a strong Queen and proud of it. But it came with a catch wish Winter didn’t really mind that much as it would make his conquest easier.

Winter had heard many rumors that Moorhen was a horny and taboo Queen. There wasn't a night where she wouldn't have some with at least one of her siblings and word on the street was that she loved oral sex, almost worshiped it. Winter could use this to his advantage. Her breasts were 3 times the size of a normal dragon's head and stood firm out in her body. Her dark puffy nipples swayed as she walked. Her ass was no different bouncing up and down with each slow strut through her halls.

She was oblivious about Winter's empire but how her mind worked. It would be easy to convince her, but almost impossible to turn her into a mindless slut like the rest. Winter would have to really push her and obviously use his magic to bring her into the fold.

Winter was searching for the Mudwing queen; he knew that she was going to be impossible to break unless he knew her biggest kink which he intended to find out. Finally he spotted her in the halls and admired her massive body as he snuck up behind her and gave her ass a good slap, knowing full well she would love to have some fun with an exotic dragon, and whispered in her ear. "I bet you never did it with a big strong Icewing your Majesty~" He said in his most seductive voice cutting straight to the point he couldn’t waste his strength or time on anything else.

"Oh~" Moorhen jolted at the firm ass slap. It was a good thing she's been given before. The seductive voice makes her smile, the cold breath makes her shiver, and she turns around to greet the Icewing. "Why hello there." She said Moorhen was over a head taller than Winter. However despite this Morhen still could not deny he was by far the sexiest male she had ever seen. She wondered what it would be like beneath him as he brutally throat fucked her. She shook her head trying to get the strange thoughts that this Icewing gave her "I should have you arrested for harassing a Queen, but I think I have a different way~" She grabbed Winter's head, sliding it around his head before pushing his face between her cavernous breasts. She shivered again upon feeling his cold head in between her boobs. Despite her earlier thoughts she recollected herself. "You're coming with me~" She pressed her tits together leaving Winter's head in her titflesh as she made her way toward her bedroom. Winter did not resist for now he went along with whatever this Mudwing had planned he knew it would surely be a surprise.

Winter continued to play the submissive role as Morhen practically dragged him to her bed chambers; he would have to wait for a moment of weakness to destroy her because there was no way in her current mind she would let her sisters be turned into mindless sluts so Winter let his big blue cock come out he even made it 3 inches thick for the taller Mudwing. "Why don't you tell me what your biggest Kink is your Majesty"

"Look what we have here ladies~" Moorhen said as she walked into a large room filled with Moorhen's two other sisters. She opened up her breasts and set Winter on the bed and climbed on top of him, setting her massive rump on his legs as they watched his cock grow.

"He's very well equipped." Said one of the sisters with a giggle. Moorhen grinded her crotch against one of Winter's muscular legs, getting a feel for the cold touch. Moorhen wrapped her talon around Winter's member and began to stroke it. "Oh yes he is~"

Winter spoke up before the royal Mudwings had their way with him he wanted, no, needed to break Morhen first as once her sisters saw that their bigwings succumbed to his empire they would be far easier to break that is if he had the stamina to do so. "Why don't you tell me what your biggest Kink is your Majesty"

"My biggest kink?" Moorhen squeezed his member a little too tightly for a moment. She would never reveal her true biggest kink as there was only one dragon she would ever let dominate her, or so she thought. "That's a hard answer considering my sisters help me express myself more." She flicked her tail gesturing her sisters over. "But if you really want to know~" She turned around on top of Winter and sat her huge butt on his face. "Get licking~"

Winter growled. He hated this treatment but he got an idea and thrust his tongue into her pussy and he suddenly made it grow forcing his tongue straight into her womb and expertly lick all her sensitive spots. Another thing her sisters noticed about Winter was he looked very muscular, more so than even Moorhen.

"Oh hah, t-there we go!" Moorhen sighed, putting her weight on Winter more as her juices coated her crack and Winter's head. His tongue was amazing, chilly, but amazing. Once again however those thoughts entered her mind as she admired just how well equipped this Icewing was. She couldn’t help but fantasize about this strong and forward Icewing using her horns like handles and throat fucking her till she couldn’t speak for the day. Moorhen shook these thoughts as her two sisters' eyes traced Winter's body and cock. They began to talk with Moorhen in a casual conversation as if an Icewing wasn't being suffocated in Moorhen's butt. "Muscular or not, I please all dragons with my body. I'm the perfect package." She giggled not even a hint of losing herself was shown.

The casual conversation was what tipped Winter over, he decided to seize control of the situation. Winter growled louder with his incredible strength pushed Moorhen off of him and froze her and her sisters with his magic just as a precaution he didn’t need to waste his energy fighting them. "I'm not your ordinary Icewing, your Majesty, look what I have accomplished." He said proudly and windows appear showing what each queen is currently doing doing

First was Glory who was happily deep throating Jambu as he was tied up by vines as Mangrove pounded her pussy. Her belly was still swollen both from his and other males’ cum. Her face was one of a true slut but she wasn’t empty headed.

Next was Ruby as she was riding Hawk, her massive tits clapping on her chest causing her belly and tight to ripple with each bounce. Most shocking though was Cliff, her own son, brutally pounding her throat. Both males were deeply enjoying Ruby’s body and her belly was also swollen.

Then there was Thorn who had seven male sandwings on her. Two cocks going in her pussy, two going in her asshole, one going in each ear and one pounding her throat. However her face didn’t resemble Thorn at all. She looked totally broken and empty headed it looked like now then the only thing she thought about was how to fit more cocks into her body and of all the queens her belly was the biggest.

Coral was kneeling before Auklet who had a dominant smirk and a pearl whip in her hands as Coral had a few whip marks on her ass as she liked her own daughter’s pussy. Two unknown males were pounding each of her holes and her already fat belly was swollen.

Snowfall was riding Hailstorm and her belly appeared more swollen than any other queen however that was most likely due to her thick thighs and already chubby body. She had another male with a massive cock destroy her throat causing her neck to bulge and her eyes were rolled back in her head in pure bliss.

Needless to say the bubbles deeply aroused all three of them. "So you turned every Queen of every tribe into a mindless slut?" Moorhen analyzed. She was unfazed or didn’t realize her sisters’ bodies were frozen in place. "I must say that is quite an achievement. I love how abused Coral looks, how ridiculous Thorn is getting her ears stuffed with dicks, I think my favorite though has to be Snowfall. I assume she was her first?"

Winter nodded and looked to each window getting aroused himself; however he would most likely have to rectify some of their mindsets so they could better control their tribes, but that was for after he fully conquered Pyrrhia. “Yes she was and I intend to rule over all of Pyrrhia and the last queen standing..” He turned to look at the strong queen. “…is you.”

She smiled looking around the room and pondering. "Okay by what I've gathered you want to turn me and my siblings into mindless sluts for your new empire. And well, I gladly accept, on one condition." She narrows her eyes. "You will be fucked by us, no exceptions or we will tear you limb from limb." Moorhen was dead serious about the threat. However she was unaware that Winter had already figured out her biggest kink that would make her mind melt and turn her into the most submissive slut of the Kingdom.

Winter just laughs right in Moorhen's face and right before Moorhen lunges at him; Winter grabbed her horns and used his immense strength and forced her on her knees becoming eye level with his cock. "That's not how the works I'm going to dominate you and I'm going to break you and force your sisters to watch every second of it." Both her sister’s looked horrified as their bigwings and queen was forced upon her knees with what appeared to be ease. They had never seen anyone overpower Moorhen before.

Her expression grew into anger as Winter laughed in her face before she was about to lunge when cold and strong hands grabbed her horns and forced her down. Once she was eye level with his cock and on her knees all her fighting spirit and anger died and now stronger than ever she wanted, no, needed that massive blue cock to plunge down her throat and teach her her place. She was surprised when her own sisters didn’t make a move to help her instead they just looked on with horror and mild arousal.

"You and your sisters will not do me any harm or harm my empire no matter what. Understood?" He looks at Moorhen's sisters who nod still terrified of this Icewing, then winter looks down at Moorhen. “Open wide like a good mudwing slut.” Winter commanded he was ready to see this mudwing destroyed and swollen with his cum. His cock throbbed and dripped precum right in her face.

Moorhen felt a tingling feeling rush over her body, something she hasn’t felt in a long time. She briefly looked back at her sisters with worry after all she was still their bigwings. Then when he commanded her, she couldn’t help but obey. His cock throbbing right in her face almost hypnotized her as she grew deeply aroused. "Winter, please fuck me. Shove your massive cock down my throat, and make me a part of your empire." Surprisingly she was able to say something against his command. "But when we finish can you promise me you won’t abuse my sister? I will take it all instead.” She said acting like a true bigwings as tears formed in her eyes at the thought of her sisters getting hurt. Then with some mild apprehension she opened her mouth nice and wide and rolled out her tongue telling Winter she was ready.

"Hmm, it depends on how much of a good girl you are." Once Winter saw her mouth open he didn’t say another word and slammed his long thick, cold cock deep into the large mudwing’s mouth then down her throat as he used her horns as handles and began to face fuck her. He kept her held down so even if she wanted to escape she couldn't for surprisingly Winter was stronger than her by quite a bit. However it didn’t seem like Moorhen wanted to go anywhere.

"Grlk" Moorhen choked on his cock. Almost immediately the temperature contrasts, heightening the sensations. She felt his freezing cold cock on her warm tongue and was suprised that she found herself enjoying the face rape. She had a deep blush when her horns were used as handles by the strong dragon. "Mmmmph" She moaned out as his cold cock went back and forth in her mouth and throat. She looked into his eyes a flash of loving desire that she wanted it all; clarified everything to Winter. Moorhen was a total oral slut.

Winter started relentlessly pounding Moorhen’s throat. He looked down at her to see her choking and drooling all over his cock and her tits. He then grew his second cock and plopped it right on top of her head causing precum to leak all over her forehead and face. Wither drove his thrusts harder grouting and moaning with each one. “Be a good slut and stroke my other cock for your rightful master and aim it at you massive tits~”

Moorhen kept choking on Winter’s, no, her king’s cock, as she looked up at the Icewing that was assaulting her throat with surprise. She then looked at his second massive cock and hesitantly wrapped a hand around it and began stroking. She aimed the tip at her tits and stroke faster and moaned as her mind became foggy and there was a growing voice inside her head that told her to obey.

Winter laughed at how much she was enjoying being taken control of. He especially enjoyed seeing her sisters watching. Regardless of what he had promised Moorhen not to hurt them, he was still going to have his fill of them. They were royals, and he had made a promise to fuck them all.

Moorhen felt his cocks start to throb, getting ready for the climax. She felt that voice commanded her to try harder. She wanted that cum, she needed that cum inside her to be happy. Stroking faster and clenching with her tongue, she began to whine softly, as if begging for his cum.

“Hehe. Look at you. You want my cum don’t you. Well then, do you submit to my glorious empire, ‘Queen’ Moorhen.” Winter smirked, making a sarcastic voice on her title. Moorhen inwardly winced at having her title dragged through the dirt, but her whole body wanted something and it was going to have its way. She nodded as much as she could during the face rape, and Winter smirked in victory. He grabbed her horns and shoved her all the way down to his base on his cock. His cocks throbbed and started spewing cum. The cock in her mouth painted her insides with his seed, the cold thick liquid contrasting her hot and steamy insides. His other cock that was outside began to launch loads of cum over her tits. He held that position for several minutes before letting Moorhen fall back, his cocks still letting a few loads of cum splatter over her.

“Hehe. Look at you. Now, get on your hands and knees and turn the other way. I’m going to have some fun with your pussy before I move on to your sisters, you naughty girl.”

Moorhen blushed at this, but didn’t resist his orders. She turned around and got on her hands and knees. She was wondering what her wonderful king was going to do next. She then heard two cries from her sisters. Even with her being mostly broken, her bigwings instincts forced her to look at them. Thick ropes had restrained them. They had been forced into a submissive position. They had been made to stand on their knees and then spread their legs. Their tails had been tied to their necks, forcing them to constantly lean back, though not in a painful way. Winter had said that if Moorhen was a good girl she would have earned her sisters not being harmed, and since she had been broken anyways, he would be fine obliging that rule. The sisters’ arms were tied behind their backs, letting their breasts take the center stage for their front view. Moorhen felt ropes then tie her up too. She was forced into a similar position that her sisters were in, though she was made to lay on her front, her massive breasts allowing her to remain relatively level. She squirmed as Winter picked her sisters up by their necks without much effort. They squirmed and tried to escape, but Winter’s magical strength let him pick them up with no issue at all. He placed them down, making a small triangle with each of the royal female Mudwings. He was at the opposite of Moorhen, standing between the two other sisters.

“I don’t believe I got your names.” Winter looked side to side, looking at the two sisters, “Tell me.”. The sisters looked to Moorhen, then nodded. They didn’t want to anger someone who could so easily do that to their bigwings.

“N-Nessy.” said the one on the left. She, as expected, was smaller than Moorhen, only about a head taller than Winter. Even kneeling down she was still as high as Winter’s chest. Her cleavage was respectable and her ass was pretty full.

“Mahogany.” the one on the right said. Winter turned to see the other one. Her ass was more firm, almost like Moray’s, but her bust made up for it. Her breasts were almost as big as Moorhen’s. No small feat for not being the bigwings.

“Hehe. I think I’ll start with you first, Nessy.” Winter smirked. He moved in front of her, and pulled her forward, leaning forward. She expected to fall, but she felt a rope wrap around her ropes and was attached to the wall. She was now on level with Winter’s cock. He moved to the side, and placed his dick on her snout. Right over the nose and in front of her eyes, all she could see and smell was the scent of Winter’s cock, which still was covered in traces of cum and spit from his face fucking of Moorhen. Nessy was fearful of what Winter might do if she resisted, so she let her nostrils breath in the musk of his cock.

She felt one whiff of that scent, and her mind became stunned. By the spirits, it smelled incredible. Not even a second later, she was actively breathing in with her nose, wanting more of that incredible smell. Her eyes traced the Icewing’s phallus, taking in the color and every miniscule ridge that his cock was lined with. She felt her pussy grow wet in need as her breaths became heavy and labored, as if hot. Nessy began to lick her lips. She wanted that cock inside of her, she needed it in her. She began to softly moan in need.

Winter chuckled. So this one had a smelling kink? Not the strangest one, but he was satisfied nonetheless. He lifted a hand to the side of her face, “Now, do you submit? Do you allow your body to be controlled completely by me?”

Nessy nodded, no longer caring if he did the most depraved things to her. She just wanted that magnificent cock inside of her. Her heart leaped as he moved away, thinking she was going to get him in her pussy, but she let out an agonized cry as he moved towards Mahogany, leaving her needy and whining.

“Sorry slut, but I need to take care of your last sister first. I won’t be long.” Winter chuckled as he moved over to Mahogany. Mahogany was both aroused and horrified. Seeing her sisters so easily bent to Winter’s will was frightening. She closed her eyes as Winter put a hand on her cheek. She blushed as he felt his cold scales slowly feeling up her body. She felt his left hand grope her cleavage, digging between the two mounds of flesh, while the other one caressed her ass. She was breathing so as to calm herself and withstand the cold.

“Wh-why?” Mahogany asked as she felt Winter’s breath on her neck. Winter stopped for a moment, and then she felt something sticky and long press against the side of her mouth. She knew what it was, but couldn’t resist. She didn’t want to be taken as Moorhen was, by force. She reluctantly opened her mouth, still holding her eyes shut. She then felt something soft wrap around her head. She peeked open to see what it was, but she was only met with darkness. She had been blindfolded. She then felt his cock penetrate her mouth. She felt the trace amounts of his cum hit her tongue. She wanted to cough, to flick it out of her mouth, to be repelled by the taste, but it felt as though her tongue was in paradise. Her tongue wrapped around his cock and began squeezing it, begging him for more of it.

Winter was watching her squirm. He sent a slightly apologetic look to Nessy, who was looking at him with a betrayed expression that he was fucking Mahogany before her. He supposed he should probably make it up to her. He really did want to do her before, but Mahogany being so helpless and blind in front of him made it so much fun. He didn’t even need to move his thighs, Mahogany was moving her mouth subconsciously to make his cock hit deeper. He moaned at just how hot the inside of her mouth was contrasted with his ice cold cock. He felt her continue to speed up, as well as start moaning. He chuckled. Was this too easy, or was he just that good at playing with his sluts? Either way, he began to feel his orgasm rising inside his cock, and he didn’t bother to tell Mahogany that.

Mahogany gasped as she felt his cock throb and then release his cum deep down her throat. Like a relentless landslide, his ice cold cum thundered down her throat, chilling her to the core. She coughed as despite her size, she didn’t have a good stomach to hold the amount of cum that Winter was putting out. She felt it fill up her throat in two minutes, and she was forced to pull her head back. His ice cold cum splattered her breasts and face, streaming down her face in mini rivers, the ice cold semen causing her to shiver. Since she was tied up, she couldn’t even warm herself up.

Winter would have liked to see how she reacted, but he had a deal to follow up on. Looking back to Nessy, she was panting needily in the cutest way. She had been the only one he hadn’t penetrated yet, and he was going to reward her for her patience and make up for him not following up the first time. Using another rope, he suspended her by her bondage, holding her at waist level above the ground, chest down and ass up. He looked at the delectable ass and pussy that was revealed between her legs. He saw that in the time he had been fucking Mahogany, Nessy was a dripping mess. Not needing any need for lubrication, he rewarded her by being the first of the Mudwings to receive his cock in their pussy. He didn’t hold anything back. He swung her back and forth on his cock, her ass making a clapping noise against his thighs as she moaned and roared in ecstasy. He definitely preferred her by now. He felt her submission from the way she went limp, letting him ravage her body completely with each thrust. She was enjoying every second of it.

With a body and enthusiasm like that, it was no wonder he came in her a few minutes later. She didn’t seem to notice at all, only focusing on his thrusts and hits against her ass. He eventually slowed down and let her sit there, finally letting her break completely. He laughed and gave her ass a good spank. He was definitely gonna fuck her more than a few times once he became King of Pyrrhia. He then turned back to Moorhen.

Moorhen was groaning, moaning as she watched her sisters get fucked right in front of her, and her own need was almost overwhelming. She saw Winter get behind her and line up to her pussy. She nodded as if to motion him to start. He smirked and started spanking her ass. She yelped and groaned at the sensation, her bountiful ass rippling with every movement. Winter continued using her ass like a pair of bongos for a few minutes. He then slammed into her with no warning. Moorhen felt him penetrate her, his cock growing bigger inside of her. He thrusted into her with incredible speed, stronger than any other Mudwing she had ever felt. Even her brothers or even other adult big wings had never given him more pleasure than this.

“Naughty little royal slut. I bet you’ve never experienced pleasure like this before? Well then, take all of my royal seed inside your pussy you slut!” Winter yelled before hilting her and quickly cumming again. His cold seed shot deep inside her, splattering her walls and causing her belly to swell with his seed. He formed a plug out of the nearby earth and shoved it inside of her as soon as he was done giving her all that he had. After the adrenaline died down, he felt a profound sense of relief, and also extreme exhaustion. He had flown around the continent in a few weeks, with almost no rest to ease his constant ache from fucking every royal as they deserved. He snapped and the bondage released.

“Moorhen, Nessy, Mahogany. I leave you with this order. Go find your brothers and convert them into my empire. Then, you are free to fuck whoever you want. Is that understood?”

The Mudwing Royals all bowed and nodded to him, and with that, Winter’s conquest was complete. Each and every royal on Pyrrhia was now his cum obsessed slut. He smiled and sent them on their way. He too flew off, but he had a very particular destination in mind. It had been too long since he had been separated from his wife, and he knew a particular mountain where she was. Soon enough, the Jade Mountain Strip Club came into view.

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When Winter arrived at the Jade Mountain Strip Club, there were already some students practicing their poses. Some were draped in latex, some wore fishnets, and some wore nothing at all. Others, he was glad to see, were letting themselves be fucked in different poses and positons. However, he wasn’t looking for them, though he did enjoy seeing them, as he was looking for his beautiful speckled queen.

Ah, there she was. Lynx was on all fours, letting Clay pound her throat while Tsunami and Sunny were shoving their tails up her pussy and ass respectively. Winter walked closer and was pleased to see how swollen Lynx’s belly was. No doubt full of cum from all the students and teachers.

The three dominating dragons soon noticed Winter and stopped their pleasuring of Lynx, recognizing that Winter probably most likely wanted to fuck her himself. Lynx, though understandably visibly upset from having been ripped from such pleasure so quickly, brightened up as he saw her King walking up to her. She shakily got to her feet, her belly visibly sloshing around with how much cum was inside of her. For fun, she whipped her tail across Sunny’s rear, causing the Sandwing Princess to yelp cutely.

“Ah, hello my beautiful loving King. Where have you been? It’s been a hassle having to manage this whole place on my own. It takes much longer than you think to ensure every single student is satisfied and broken. Apparently that energy from being young again isn’t easy to wait out.”

Winter chuckled, “Much apologies my love, but it was a necessary action. I needed to ensure that the Kingdoms of Pyrrhia would not try and move against us. So, I took it upon myself to visit and break each member of the royal families. Speaking of which.” Winter paused, looking towards Tsunami, “Auklet seems to be quite the slave master of your family. I think it might be a good idea for her to remain there to keep her family in line until I come to satisfy myself again.”

He then turned to seriousness as he turned to the rest of the teachers, “Now, all of you are forbidden to have sex during active hours. I want this place ready for opening in one week. We cannot make a lag. There are dragonets that need to be educated in the ways of my empire. Accept all requests. I will distribute more teachers and help expand the dorms if needed.”, Winter then wiped some sweat from his brow and turned to Lynx, “I also need Tamarin and Anemone delivered to me. I need some tension relief.”

Tsunami smiles, satisfied that her sister is being a good slut and making their family proud. She truly was broken if her mind was convinced that her little sister being a slut was something to be especially proud of. The three teachers, while upset they couldn’t fuck as they pleased, shot up at the order. “Yes my King. It shall be done.” they said in unison as they left to go start organizing everything.

Lynx nodded at the order and went to go get Tamarin and Anemone. As expected, when she came back with them, they had gaping holes and were covered in the other’s juices and saliva. Winter rolled his shoulders and flexed his wings. Now that his adrenaline and lust had started to wear off now that his mission was complete, he was near collapse. He could barely feel his legs. When he saw them he ordered them to take him to the massaging room.

“Of course my King.” Anemone responded, quickly and carefully lifting their King with their arms. Thanks to Tamarin’s restored sight, they were easily able to get to the massaging room with Winter. The massaging room was relatively new, but that didn’t mean it didn’t show signs of use. The massaging room contained a total of five long refined stone slabs that could carry any size of dragon a comfortable 4 feet above the ground.

“We made this room because for the more inexperienced dragonets, they showed signs of post-climax tension. If you don’t know how to pace yourself, you can cause yourself to end up tense and sore. So, this room was made with some help from Turtle’s magic. He was quite interested in doing so funnily enough.” Tamarin informed him. Winter was a bit surprised at that, but he supposed he might need to give Turtle a reward for helping, and that might was turned to a must as he was laid down chest first on the stone. He had expected it to be rough but smooth enough to be comfy, but Turtle’s magic allowed the stone to morph to the contours of his skin. It was so smooth, he instantly relaxed upon being set down.

“Okay, yeah, I’m gonna have to give Turtle a private dragoness for this, because this is by far the most relaxed I have ever been since the start of my Empire. I might even be able to spare a royal ness for him. But enough about that, I need a massage.” Winter mused, then ordered as he felt his cocks pop through the holes that were in the middle of the stone, though they seemed to move in case he adjusted himself.

Tamarin moved to cover his cock. Taking it in her mouth, she began to service his dick, and Winter was reminded that the little Rainwing had no gag reflex as she took the whole thing down to the knot in one go. Anemone on the other hand lay gently on top of Winter’s ass, slowly pressing down on his back with her knuckles. She then brought out a stone that Winter recognized. It was Turtle’s healing stone. She slowly pressed it between his shoulders and wings and he felt all the soreness melt away at the stone’s otherworldly power. Though Anemone did still pop a few cricks in his spine by using traditional messages. The stone only worked on scales, not on bones. This continued for several minutes, Winter falling into a euphoric resting state.

“Lynx, you too. I need to feel your talons on my body.” Winter ordered. Despite Anemone’s skill, nothing could replace the pure warmth he felt with his love caressing his body.

“Of course my love.” Lynx said with a smile. She joined Anemone, instead laying her ass in front of Winter’s face and leaning forward to smooth out the cricks in his neck, while also giving Winter a nice view of her pussy. This combined with Tamarin allowed his cocks to gain a really hard erection.

After continuing for a few minutes, he decided to ask a question out of curiosity, “Tamarin, I must ask, exactly where did you learn to suck a cock?”. Tamarin jolted a bit at the sudden question, but didn’t allow it to disrupt her sucking of Winter’s cock. Pulling off of it in order to speak, she spit some saliva out.

“Well, when you are a blind dragon and nobody has any interest in having sex with you, you need to develop special ways of emulating that feeling for yourself.” Tamarin responded before going back to sucking Winter’s cock, which elicited a moan and a load of pre shooting down the Rainwing’s throat, which she happily swallowed.

Anemone pressed down on the shoulder blades, including the hard to reach spot in the middle of his back, and combined with Lynx taking care of his arms and legs, he was being relaxed at a very fast pace. Meanwhile, Tamarin seemed dead set on getting her King’s cum inside of her. In the span of a second, she pulled all the way out and went all the way down to the base, her lips kissing his crotch. That was the breaking point, he moaned loudly and began to cum down the Rainwing’s throat, Tamarin hungrily gulping it down into her belly. After a minute, he was done cumming, and she pulled off his cock with a pop, “You tasted amazing my King.”

Winter though, was not satisfied, “No, you are not done until I refill you with my royal seed, unless someone else wants a turn. As for you two,” he said, addressing Lynx and Anemone, “I order you to massage me with your breasts. I want to feel them envelop me.

All three of the addressed females smiled at the same time. As appealing as sucking their King off was, smothering him with their tits sounded so much better. Lynx took one of Winter’s arms and inserted it between her massive bust and began to rub them together. It felt incredible, like being pressed between two pillows of soft leather. Anemone placed her tits on Winter’s back and began to gyrate her large breasts back and forth across his back, her areola following his back muscles incredibly well. Tamarin also moved up and began smothering Winter’s face in her breasts. While a heavenly experience in and of itself, he was still missing something.

“Oh, no. You seem to have misunderstood me. I want the three of you to give me a tit massage while another female gives me a blowjob. I’d prefer one I haven’t already stuffed. Spirits know that they can use the experience.” Winter directed them, but as fate would have it he didn’t need to. Sora happened to be outside as he had made the order, and she walked in, looking cute and slutty. Winter licked his lips at the sight of her. She had a decent breast size and a nice ass, but wasn’t as bountiful as Anemone’s breasts or Moray’s ass. She was okay though, and ripe for his use. Directing her with a wave of his tail, Sora walked over to him and knelt down under the table, looking apprehensively up at his cock. She slowly opened her mouth and took the tip into her maw, slowly moaning and licking at it, which got a satisfied purr from Winter.

However after a few minutes it was clear that something wasn’t right. Winter asked Sora, “Sora. Are you less experienced with taking a cock in your mouth?”. Sora slowly moved off his cock and went to respond.

“I am sorry my King, but I am. I have seen other females do it, but Umber wouldn’t let me do so. Instead I had to practice on stalactites. I am truly sorry, my King.” Sora whimpered a bit silently.

Winter was mildly upset, but he supposed some things were out of her hands, so he was willing to excuse this disobedience just once, “Fine, but as you continue I want you to deepthroat it. It might hurt, but I will not put you in true danger. Now, continue.” Winter ordered as he let his three massagers continue to caress his figure with their breasts. Tamarin’s pussy got a bit close so he gave it a lick, which she gave a chuckle.

“Thank you my King, may I please have some more?” Tamarin asked as she moved in front of his face, spreading her legs while leaning forward to smother Winter’s face in her tits. Winter saw no reason why not to do so, and he began to slowly lick Tamarin’s slit. Meanwhile, Lynx and Anemone had moved to other parts of his body. Lynx was worshiping Winter’s feet while Anemone was still going on Winter’s back. “My king, may I ask for bigger breasts so as to please you better?” Tamarin inquired. Winter decided that she should get a reward for being such a good slut. He pressed his talons to her breasts and moved them back a bit, her breasts growing as he moved them back. After adding a few inches to their size, he left his body back to the pleasures of his sluts.

Meanwhile, Sora gulped nervously as she began to slowly lock her King’s cock, making sure to gently take it in her mouth. She was careful not to accidentally bite down on it. Internally, she dreaded the punishment that would await her if she bit down on her King’s cock. She kept her mouth open as she slowly but steadily let the cold appendage fill her throat, suppressing the reflex to gag.

Winter snarled down at Sora, “I am losing my patience whore, either deepthroat me before I force you to.”. Sora let out a terrified yelp and impaled her mouth on his cock, taking it all the way down until her lips were pressed against his crotch, his balls slapping the underside of her chin. The reflex to gag was incredibly strong, but she ended up holding it back out of fear of what Winter might do if she failed him.

Lynx meanwhile was licking Winter’s feet in her mouth, massaging the sore and aching soles of his foot with her tongue, cooling them down pleasantly. Anemone as well was pleasing Winter, dropping her tits to either side of his neck, rubbing her tits up and down as she would to a cock.

However, Winter was quickly growing unsatisfied with Sora. He gave his cock a forceful twitch in order to get Sora to not hold still, which she had been doing for almost a minute as she choked on his cock. Sora whimpered as she bobbed her head up and down, making sure that the cock was never too far out of her throat. Her eyes were watering from the overwhelming musk and the labor it took to get a breath in.

Winter was grunting and moaning as he felt Sora’s warm maw surround his cold cock. He looks up to see Tamarin’s pussy right in front of his face, her obedience showing as she shamelessly offered him her body in order to make him more comfortable. He decided it would be rude to not accept a gift such as this. He began to lick and thrust his tongue up her pussy. He could feel her tits shake as she felt the pleasure burn inside of her crotch. Anemone watched eagerly as her girlfriend’s breasts were enlarged in front of her. She wanted to be rewarded in that way, but was also slightly needy at seeing Winter eat her out. Moving her tail nimbly, she thrust her tail in her own pussy, moving it back and forth in the same motions as Winter’s tongue was going in and out of Tamarin’s slit.

Lynx quickly finished worshipping Winter’s feet and moved down under the table in order to check on Sora and ensure the newbie was pleasuring her king well. She sighed, seeing Sora’s hesitance, hearing Winter’s spikes slightly rattle, she knew she had to do something. Sora was new, she didn’t deserve to be punished simply because she was inexperienced at sucking cock. She mentally kicked herself for not helping Sora out sooner, maybe then she could have earned the praise of her King. She seized the back of Sora’s head and thrust her into Winter’s crotch. She pulled and pushed Sora’s head back and forth like a piston on Winter’s cock. Sora, recognizing Lynx’s guidance, lessened her tenseness in her neck, letting herself memorize the motions to move up and down her king’s cock.

Winter smiled at how his Queen was helping the younger sluts better please him, but in doing so, he looked back and saw Anemone pleasing herself without permission. He growled and pulled his head back from Tamarin’s slit, who had been just about to cum from his tongue, “Anemone, what the fuck are you doing?” he said between moans as Sora began to service his cock adequately enough for him to be satisfied.

“Ah, I am sorry my King. I was simply envious of you pleasing Tamarin. I was so in the moment.” Anemone responded. Winter scoffed. She didn’t even beg for his forgiveness. His spikes rattled dangerously.

“Maybe I should give you to Auklet. I am positive that she would adore having you enslaved under her just as she has to her pathetic mother. Maybe even stick you in stockades for every single Seawing in the Kingdom to see you for what you really are, a dirty whore. You don’t deserve to be a princess, you’re a bitch. That’s all you will ever be.”

Anemone was certainly frightened. Though her family had been reduced to mere slaves at the beck and call of Winter, it didn’t make the idea of being so lewdly exposed and humiliated in front of her former subjects for all to see and use. But the way Winter was looking at her was certainly confirming that it was most likely to be her fate. Anemone got on her hands and knees in front of the table, bowing down before Winter, her hands together, “I am so sorry my King. I promise. Please do not send me to my younger sister. I have heard she is very very good with a whip.”

While he was scolding Anemone for her misaction, Lynx was carefully guiding Sora into a rhythm of deepthroating Winter’s cock. Lynx briefly turned her attention to Winter, “My King. I am going to finger myself, and unlike this troublesome SeaWing, I would like to ask if it is okay for me to do so.”

Winter turned warmly to his queen, “Why of course, but might I suggest using my tail. It would feel much more like the cocks you adore so much.” He smiled at her. She nodded enthusiastically, and after a reassuring pat on Sora’s shoulder, she moved up to grab Winter’s tail and thrust it into her pussy.

Sora gulped down the small stream of pre that was leaking from Winter’s cock, feeling the viscous liquid dribble down the front of her throat. She eagerly licked up every bead of it, savoring the exquisite taste of it.

“Pardon me my King, but I have yet to receive your judgement.” Anemone spoke, prompting a rattling spike from Winter as he turned towards her with an irritated look in his eye.

“You stupid bitch. If you had as much sight as you did skill at being a filthy whore, you could perhaps see that I am busy attending to two other females. But if you are so thirsty for punishment, then I will see to it that you are disciplined as such. Tsunami!” Winter called, and obediently, the Seawing former warrior princess came running at attendance. Winter was glad to see her sweating from all the hard work needed to get this place running, “Tsunami. Be a good slut and put your sister in the main halls for now. Get Turtle to make some stockades for misbehaving students, and put Anemone in the main one. Ensure her pussy and ass are always visible no matter what she does, and if you decide, feel free to paint a few arrows so students know exactly where to stuff their cocks inside.”

Obedient as always, Tsunami produced a string of rope after a minute and led Anemone away by her tied up wrists, her head drooping knowing she was in for supreme humiliation, Tamarin following closely behind, wanting to see this for herself. Winter turned his attention back to Sora, who was choking on his cock, but compared to earlier, she seemed to be enjoying it. Winter then decided it was about time that Sora understood the importance of sucking her King off, as he issued an ultimatum. “Sora, if you so much as spill a single drop of my royal cum, then I will send you off to the same stockades for just as long as Anemone will be.”

Sora shivered. She clamped her lips around his cock, holding it tight like a vice. Winter moaned as she sucked him off and Lynx made the most heavenly sounds as she rode his tail. He felt his balls clench as he came in Sora’s mouth.

Sora felt that cum touch her tongue and was instantly hooked on the taste. Her mouth became a vacuum seal as she wanted to keep all that cum locked inside of her at any cost. She felt it slowly filling up her system, the virile seed splattering down her esophagus, filling her stomach, causing a noticeable bulge, and even pressing against her ass. She felt her stomach start to stretch, under stress by the immense amount of cum that Winter was unloading into her. She was determined not to be permanently labeled a whore by being stuck in the stockades. If she were to be subjected to the same punishment as Anemone, she might find her ass painted with non fading tattoos that would make anyone want to bend her over and take advantage. She wouldn’t let that happen. She simply couldn’t.

Despite her efforts, it would appear as though her body wouldn’t follow through. Her belly didn’t stretch as far as needed, and another spurt caused her to release a load of his cum onto the floor beneath her, the seed expelling from her ass. Winter, completely unaware of this, had moved his tail into Lynx’s ass, and had driven his tail so deep he was hilted inside of her stomach. He was briefly wondering if he could impale her all the way through if he used some magic to increase his tail length.

“Oh my, dear. You seem to have gotten some good practice with doing this.” Lynx commented as she could see the visible bulge that Winter’s tail was making as it pressed against her stomach walls.

Sora pulled back as soon as she didn’t feel Winter’s cock shooting out any more cum. Of course she had to do it carefully, as her throat had become one giant tube filled with Winter’s cum, and her mouth was almost leaking from the sheer amount of it. She began to slowly swallow it down, before seeing with horror the giant puddle of Winter’s cum that had exited her ass. She quickly got on her hands and knees and began to lick it off the stone floors, praying she could clean it up before her King noticed and labeled her an unworthy whore.

Unfortunately for her, Winter did notice. He heard the licking sounds and looked under to see Sora licking up the cum puddle, “Sora! What the hell are you doing? Did you fail to contain my royal seed?”

Sora flopped to her chest, begging in front of him, nearly crying out in terror, “I am so sorry my King! I didn’t expect there to be so much. It came out of my ass, something I couldn’t have thought of. Please don’t send me to be labeled a whore in the stockades.” she pleaded, trying to look pitiful with her lips stained white with cum and a bit of cum leaking from her ass.

Lynx looked up from her semi-impalement on Winter’s tail, “My King. I do believe she tried her best. That was one of your larger cum shots, and even Moon would have struggled. You know how good she is at keeping your cum inside of her. I don’t think she deserves the stockades for trying her best.”

Winter thought on this for a moment, the only sounds being Sora’s begging gasps as she fought to keep the rest of the cum inside of her. Eventually, he spoke, “I suppose you may be right my Queen. But that does not mean that I will tolerate the waste of my royal cum lightly.” he pressed a claw to Sora’s head, “I enchant this dragon to be able to hold 5 female eggs at a time.” he said as he released her. He then elaborated, “While you won’t be left with any permanent tattoos, you will get another permanent reminder. You will be put in the stockades, and will be bred non stop by Mudwings until you get pregnant five times over. After which, you will be let go once my spell indicates you have five eggs yet to lay.”

Sora gasped, and even Lynx had to glance questioningly at Winter. Even with his Queen’s input, she still was given a rather harsh punishment, all things considered. Lynx took on the job of dragging the pleading Sora to the new stockades, where Turtle had already done a fine job. Seven stone stockades were made, with places for their head, arms, and their tail to be held up next to their neck, so they were always presenting themselves while in the stockades.

Of course, someone was already taking an interest in Anemone, as she was the first one there. Her ass had several arrows tattooed on them, pointing to her pussy saying, “Please Insert Cum”. The first one up was a younger male that Winter knew by chance. Pike. He had once been Anemone’s bodyguard, but now he was about to claim that body for himself.

“When we were dragonets, you never paid me much attention. Now who's on the other side of the fence?” Pike sneered as he shamelessly put his cock inside the former princess’s pussy. He fully intended to breed her, and Winter was more than happy to let him. He felt it was a bit similar to his own experience. Pike eagerly began hammering her pussy, muttering dirty words into Anemone’s ear. She tried to yelp, but another male Seawing shoved his cock into her mouth, muffling her. She was getting double teamed from both sides, and Sora was shivering in fear knowing the same was about to happen to her. A quick spell had cleansed her of Winter’s cum, meaning her holes were ready to accommodate anyone who wanted to enter.

Lynx locked her into the stockade, as she felt a cock rest against her pussy. She clenched her teeth as it pressed deep into her depths, the girth stretching her out further than she thought she could go. She gasped and panted as the male Mudwing began to thrust in and out of her, and she could feel every throb and twitch that the cock was making as it penetrated her. She felt it knot and then cum inside of her within minutes. She felt her womb grow with five female eggs inside of her, much faster than normal. She cried out, but was horrified to see a small line forming of the Mudwings that were there, as they were ready to fuck Sora silly.

Winter smiled at the next generation of his kingdom being formed right in front of his eyes. These would be the first dragonets born because of his rule, and the first ones whose lives would be ordered and directed correctly under his rule, not needing to worry about anything other than serving him and those who wanted to use them for their own self pleasure. He was grinning just thinking about it.

“Lynx, come with me. We are finally going home. This place will do fine.” He then turned to Sunny and Fatespeaker, who were watching over the stockades, “I want this place ready in one week. If you fail me, you will spend one week with Auklet as her personal toy and whip testers.” and that sentence alone ensured it would be done on time. Nobody wanted to upset Auklet and be her bitch.

Fatespeaker nodded, and over the moans of Anemone and Sora being bred, she announced what had to be done in order to make this place ready in the time frame that had been determined by Winter.

Lynx turned to Winter, “Are you sure there is nobody here you want to give your royal slut positions to?”

Winter shook his head, “No, I believe that I have my candidates picked out. I want to go home. Maybe we could stop by and punish Riptide for snitching, but right now, I just want to go home. I pray that Moon has done as instructed.”

Lynx giggled, “Very well, my King stud.”

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When Winter and Lynx arrived at their newly built palace in Sanctuary, they were pleased to see that it was very nearing completion. It was a towering structure, reminiscent of the Ice Palace that he had grown up in, however it was far grander and held much more room. It seemed as though the size of the Skywing Castle had been fused with the combined styles of the Icewing Palace and the Seawing Summer Palace.

Winter smiled, thinking about what he should call this place. Perhaps Pyrrhian Palace? No. That’s too obvious. Eh, it didn’t matter. He felt a swell of pride. “I did that.” Winter said to himself as he flew to the central spire. There was a landing platform that allowed access to his personal quarters through a long hallway. He perked his ears as he could hear the manly moans and high pitched squeals of a dragon and two dragonesses getting it on with one another.

He and Lynx smiled knowingly at each other. Evidently, Moon and Kinkajou had been fucking Qibli nearly twenty four-seven since he got back. And considering how long it had taken him to fly across the continent, that was quite a long time. Winter walked into the room and looked to see what was going on. While he was mildly entertained, he hadn’t wanted non stop sex. He needed Qibli broken, not cum obsessed.

Speaking of the sly little Sandwing, Qibli looked like he had been destroyed. He had whip and paddle markings all over, and his bright yellow scales now looked almost unhealthy as they had been covered with a fine white layer of translucent dry and fresh wet cum. He had a dildo shoved into his ass, which was being moved back and forth via Kinkajou. The Rainwing was riding Qibli’s cock, her pussy slamming down into his crotch with no regard for if she ended up pregnant or not. Her boobs flopped up and down as she rode him, which Winter found appealing, yet too disobedient for him to ignore.

Meanwhile, he looked at who must have been behind this. Kinkajou was a bit light in the head, due to being the youngest there, but she had wanted to serve Winter, unlike many others. He doubted she would have legitimately disobeyed him. He couldn’t count it out, but he reasoned it was more likely that Moon, the Nightwing who was currently riding Qibli’s face, was behind this.

Moon was smothering Qibli’s face with her ass, forcing him to lick her pussy, filling his nostrils with the scent of her arousal. She was cuddling with Kinkajou, their faces inches apart. But as soon as they were about to kiss, Winter cleared his throat violently.

“Slave. What do you think you are doing?! Your role was to break him, not turn him into some cum obsessed slut! You were supposed to teach Kinkajou how my dynamic works, and I hope by the Ice you haven’t messed up that badly. Otherwise….” he hissed, his spikes clattering dangerously.

“No, no. She did. She taught me.” Kinkajou responded, trying to protect Moon. Winter sighed. She really was too good. She knew he was mad at Moon, but still tried to help her old friends. He would need to have a talk with her. Ironically, it was that statement that made him that much more certain she hadn’t meant to disobey him, “I am sorry my King. Qibli was just sitting on the bed and I just couldn’t resist.”

Winter slowly walked up to Kinkajou, and in a shocking display of affection other than indiscriminate lust, he kissed her forehead lightly, “No not fret my glorious subject. You don’t have to hide the truth to save your friend. Go take Qibli, and help him recover. This is your penance for unknowingly disobeying me. Understood?” he said calmly.

Kinkajou looked between the comforting view of her benevolent King, and the scared expression on Moon’s face, and the broken look on Qibli’s face. She looked back at Winter, “Please, my King. Please have some mercy. Please let me have this favor.” she asked, though she was afraid she might lose the grace that she had been granted for willingly giving herself up. She closed her eyes and waited for her punishment for speaking out of line, but it never came. Instead, she was greeted by the feeling of Winter patting her on the shoulder.

“I suppose I can do this. She will not escape the severity of the punishment, but the punishment will not be as long lasting as I initially wanted it to be. Now, take Qibli.” Winter responded, which surprised Lynx. She didn’t think that would work, but hey, it did.

Kinkajou nodded and guided Qibli to the slave quarters as Moon looked nervously at the angry Icewing in front of her. Moon watched the broken Sandwing get taken away as her sight was now focused on her Master and King, who wasn’t really happy with her right now, “M-my King. I only wished to break him for you. I thought that was what you wanted.”

“I wanted him punished and ready for my use. Not a broken and cum hungry slave who can’t think for himself. Hmmm. You want to fuck others so bad? You want their cum in you? Then let’s see how you do with a couple eggs laying around inside of you.” Winter hissed, and Moon paled. She was nowhere near ready to lay eggs, let alone be a mother for them.

“P-please my Master. I beg of you no. I cannot bear eggs. I am not ready for such a task.” Moon begged him pleading on her hands and knees for him to have pity on her. However, he was in no mood for forgiving her transgressions.

Winter turned to Lynx, “Send word to all the queens. I want every royal that I have personally fucked, with the exception of Anemone, to meet here in my throne room in exactly one week. It is there that I will make my mark each of them as my sluts, and choose a royal slave from each of them.”

Lynx’s eyes light up at the idea of so much depravity, but she then wondered something aloud, “What of the Jade Mountain Strip Club? Tsunami and Sunny would have to be called here by your orders. With them gone, it will take longer for them to finish it up.” She then considered again what he would be doing with them in that time, “Though, I would personally love to see more dragons moan underneath you, my dear King.”

As Lynx walked out to begin her journey, Winter turned back towards Moon. One of them was filled with anger, the other filled with interested fear. He walked forward and tapped a claw to her forehead, “I enchant Moonwatcher of the Nightwings to bear ten of my eggs, which will all be female, when I cum inside her pussy,” he said finishing the enchantment. He then shoved Moon onto the ground. “Get on your hands and knees you stupid whore.”

Moon felt a tingle travel through her body. Her belly went flat as she looked up at winter. She got down on the floor on her hands and knees. She could hear the soft but harsh clattering of Winter’s spikes as he moved behind her. By instinct, she lifted her tail, exposing her ass and pussy, as well as moving her feet out in order to spread her cheeks. She was trembling, shivering, waiting for her King to rape, fuck, and breed her. That was what a slut like her deserved. To be nothing but a breeding mount, filled with eggs ready to hatch with future sluts for their kingdom.

Winter mounted her with his hands grabbing her ass with immense strength. She could feel his rippling muscles beneath his scales, and his weight press down on her, pinning her, with no escape possible. There was no way she was getting out of this without becoming pregnant. Winter leaned down and bit her neck, marking her as one of his personal breeders. He then thrust his entire length down into her with every intention of breeding her and making her pregnant.

Moon gasped loudly at Winter biting down on her neck, but it quickly turned into depraved moans as he began to thrust hard into her. She placed her large chest on the floor and raised her ass up in order to meet Winter’s thrusts into her, “Yes! Oh please my King! Give me your eggs, fill me with a clutch for your empire! Let me lay them for you!”

Winter smirked at how easy it was to convince this empty headed slut to completely forsake any apprehensions about having his eggs, “That’s right my little Nightwing slut! You will bear your daughters, and I have no doubt they will grow up to be just as slutty and whorish as you ever will be. But I warn you, if you fuck up, regardless if they are of age or not, I will force them to bear my eggs right then and there.” Winter was kind of half bluffing. He obviously wasn’t going to fuck a hatchling, that was just wrong. Even he had standards, but if they were a more reasonable dragonet age like four, then he might have to give it some consideration. But as of right now, he wanted to intimidate her, to scare her into obeying him, and it definitely seemed to be working. Each of his powerful thrusts would send his cold cock plunging deep into her awaiting and now incredibly fertile womb.

Moon was clawing slightly at the ground, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as wet plaps sounded from Winter’s hips slapping against her wet pussy lips, “I promise! I won’t screw up king! I will raise them and teach them your slutty ways! Once they come of proper age, I will present them to you and have them take your marvelous seed!” she roared as another orgasm rippled through her, making her shiver like an earthquake.

Winter continued to ruthlessly pound the slutty Nightwing beneath him as his thrusts continued to come faster and faster. His balls swung around, slapping Moon’s clit each time they impacted with her lips. He grunted, getting close to unleashing his seed and impregnating her, “I have always wondered what our children will look like. Will they be well built like me, or have bodies that scream for someone to fuck them like you?”

“Nyaa!!” Moon’s face went hot as the sun as Winter went faster, pounding her pussy into oblivion. She made her choice right then and there. She wanted to be pregnant, she wanted to carry his dragonets. Her ass began to slowly get soaked in the juices she was releasing every time she orgasmed over Winter’s crotch. She could feel Winter’s cock twitching inside of her, getting close to releasing and permanently giving her something they could never take away. His dragonets, “I-I have wondered that as well my King. I hope they are the latter option. Nnghhh, could you please kiss me while you give me your beautiful clutch of eggs!”

“A kiss on the lips is not something a slut like you deserves you whore!” Winter roared as he slammed himself deep inside her. With that, the floodgates opened. His cock started to spew his cold Icewing cum inside of Moon’s Nightwing womb. Thanks to the enchantment, the fertile seed instantly met with an egg, and Moon could feel a little flutter that let her know she was pregnant.

“Gah!” Moon moaned loud and hard as she felt the frigid but fertile liquid enter her womb, “Yes, yes my King! Thank you so much!” she groaned as she felt him continue to spew cum, though his ten heirs had already started to form. He wasn’t gonna waste all this cum by letting it spew on the floor.

Winter continued for several minutes, ensuring not a single cumshot exited his whore’s pussy. Her belly continued to grow and grow until she had ten developing eggs and a womb full of cum for them to grow and develop in. He inwardly wondered if that would affect how they developed. Perhaps they’d grow to have a better taste for cum than normal dragons.

Moon was a mess, she was held up by her belly and her breasts, “Thank you my King. Aghhh….when will they leave me?” she asked as the eggs had already started to grow pretty fast due to Winter’s magic. She could swear she could hear their small thoughts as they jiggled around inside of her.

“That is for you to find out you worthless slut. You have prophecy powers for a reason don’t you?” Winter harshly responded to her as he walked towards his new grand throne room, leaving the weak, defenseless, and super pregnant Nightwing behind on the floor. He was glad to see Kinkajou waiting for him at the foot of his silver and diamond throne.

“How does it feel, daddy?” Kinkajou asked him teasingly, regarding the very first session the two had shared. The first time someone had offered to join his empire willingly. She was looking at his muscles and was eager to please him, “My King, may I massage you for a while. You must be extremely sore from traveling across the continent.”

Winter smiled. It was always nice to have his sluts actively want to serve him without ordering them too. No, even though Kinkajou’s mind had been bent to his will, he could feel that she still viewed him as her friend a bit more than her King. Though she would never deviate from it enough to be a problem, he supposed he could refer to her the same way as a privilege.

“Of course. But, Kinkajou, only use your ass and tits. They are the largest and softest part of you.” Winter instructed. His throne reclined backwards until he was laying flat on his back. He had to give the designers credit, they knew how to work their job.

Kinkajou felt her loins heat up as she slowly climbed on top of Winter. Her large and ample breasts plopped down into his stomach, while stroking her ass atop Winter’s thighs, “Is this good enough for you my King?. Let me know where you would like to be soothed.”

Winter let out a big sigh, not really feeling any less tense. "Look, how about you just rub my shoulders for now?" he suggested. "If you do a good job, I'll give you a reward later."

“Of course, my King,” she said, moving her hands over to massage his chest. They were in a very intimate position, their heads right next to each other, as small huffing noises came out of both of them. “My King... Winter”, she whispered, taking a risk. “I’ve always loved you—a lot, even before your empire. I’m sorry for ever leaving you. I mean it. I will continue to be your slut, but I wanted to let you know,” she pressed a tense spot, and a swift pop was heard.

"Ahh, fuck," he murmured, his eyes closing as the tension melted away from his body. "Thank you for telling me," he said with a contented smile, "and I don't blame you. It was Qibli's doing, but that's in the past now." He took a deep, cleansing breath before continuing, "I know you've been dying to do it, so go ahead and grope my muscles." With those words, he offered his well-defined arms and chest for Kinkajou's eager touch, inviting them to revel in the firmness and power beneath their fingertips.

She gasped with glee. “Thank you, my King!” She hugged him but quickly pulled away, blushing. “S-sorry,” she said sheepishly, and then reached over to knead the large bumps in his arms. “Oh, my moons,” she whispered, her eyes wide with amazement. They’re so firm and... sweaty, she thought to herself, her tongue unconsciously rolling out as she was about to lick her King’s strong forearms.

"No licking, only groping for now," he says with a smirk. "You can feel all the muscles that I used to put you in your place and dominate every single queen." He smiles at Kinkajou, trying to get her so worked up that she begs for a release like a needy bitch in heat.

Kinkajou took a deep breath and pulled away. She began to grope and feel up his muscles, her talons gliding across his chest and abs. "I understand, my King." Sitting her fat, jiggly butt on his stomach, she whispered, "You are so amazing. I wish you could pin me right now, but I feel your soreness." She laid down on him. "I'm pretty sore myself, fucking that Sandwing really took it out of me" she giggled, squeezing his armpits. "So sexy~" she mumbled.

He made his body extra cold for the eager RainWing as he felt her pussy leak on his stomach. "Don't worry, Kinkajou," he said, "you want me to pin you down and rail you, I will. You just have to beg for it like a bitch in heat."

Kinkajou gasped as she felt his cold body rub against her dripping snatch. "I...I will, my King," she managed, her voice quivering. "But maybe in a few days. I want to respect you." She massaged him with force, huffing and actually sweating from the effort of trying to relax and untense Winter’s body. Many pops and groans from Winter echoed in her ears, which only served to turn her on even more.

Winter frowned and looked up at Kinkajou. "Well, then," he asked, seeing if there were more flaws in her teachings, "what has Moon taught you so far?"

"Hmm," Kinkajou thought, biting her lip. "She showed me what would happen if I was punished and what it was like to live with you. Things like randomly grabbing my tits or butt, spanking me, shoving your cock in my holes. Things like that. She did teach me well."

"Did she teach you what would happen if you didn't follow orders?" Winter said in a very passive-aggressive way, seeing if the bubbly RainWing would get the hint.

“Yes, although it’s hard to do that when it’s not the real thing,” she smirked, getting the implication. “Would you care to show me my King~?” And to entice a reason, she rubbed his slit. “What happens when I’m punished~?”

"Oh, I’m not gonna punish you, but when Auklet arrives, I heard she can be quite ruthless and hella kinky." Now, just about everyone knew of Auklet’s ruthless reputation as a slave master. "Or you could do what I asked and beg like a bitch in heat," he added.

Kinkajou's face dropped in horror at the mention of Auklet. There was no way she would be able to survive the ruthless princess, so she chose the latter. "My King, please," she begged, "I want you inside me. I want to feel your strength overwhelm me so I can cum all over your cock. Please fill me with your seed, so my eyes roll and it comes out of my mouth." She furthered her begging by grinding her snatch across his length and began to pant. "P-please, daddy~"

Winter smiled at the display, but he wanted desperation. "I'm sure Auklet would love a slutty RainWing like you, with your assets. I'm sure she would love to teach you a lesson," he said.

"Daddy, please. I want your cock. I want you to use me and breed me like a slut. Grope and fuck my tits, make them leak with milk as you power over me and ruin my body properly." She grinded even harder, letting out slutty moans as she begged harder than she ever had. "My King, please punish me. Teach me the ways of your rule!"

Winter threw her off of him, making sure she landed flat on her fat ass. As Winter slowly stood up to his full height and spread his big pale blue wings, making himself seem as big as possible as he towered over the RainWing, his big blue cock came out ready to play with a new toy.

Kinkajou's rump squished against the ground as she looked up at her King. "Oh..." was the simple voice that came out of her mouth as Winter towered over her. She decided to play along, leaning back on the ground and putting her arms above her head, splaying her legs out in a sexy pose. "I'm ready for my punishment~ Daddy."

"This isn't your punishment; you followed orders by begging for me like the whore that you are," he says as he gets on top of her and rams his cock deep inside her, sending it straight into her womb. "Worship me with your voice, slut."

"AH~" Kinkajou moans loudly as Winter shoves his cock up her wet snatch. She is already dripping with excitement, lubricating his member. "Oh yes, my King. Fuck me so hard because I'm your perfect little whore. Peg me through my body and gift me with your seed!"

Winter continues to pound this slutty RainWing beneath him, showing her just how rough and hard he can be. Each time he slaps her breasts, they flatten against her chest and bounce back up like jelly, only to be smacked down again as he ruthlessly penetrates her.

"Oh fuck yes!" Kinkajou's legs kick out as she gets pounded open. Her breasts being smashed into her body, then growing massive and bouncing back up like slime, turns her on immensely. "Mm, my King. Can I use my own tits? Milk my own essence out of my body as you cum inside me?" She wails before her body convulses in an intense orgasm.

"No," he continued slapping her tits like that as he continued to pound her. "I bet you never had two cocks in you before," he said, before Kinkajou could process what that meant, Winter's second cock slid into her already tight pussy.

"W-what do you!" Her eyes shot open as another cock stretched and filled her pussy. "Holy moons!" A wave of juices left her pussy as the second cock was just as big as the first, bringing her unbearable pleasure while her tits were smushed, bounced, and flattened under her King. "AH~!"

His cocks began to grow at the same time, going through her womb without reaching her stomach. He watched her belly bulge as the tips grew larger and larger.

Kinkajou looked down, her eyes widening at the sight of two massive cock tips bulging from her belly. She clawed at the ground and moaned sluttily. "Oh yes, my King. They're so big. P-please, use me as a precious cocksleeve!"

In an instant, Winter forced his cocks up through her and into her throat, then pushed down hard on her shoulders, keeping her in place as he pounded all the way through her body.

Kinkajou's head snapped forward as the cocks were pushed out of her mouth and back in. Oh, how she adored the feeling, the sheer intensity of it all making her quiver with delight. His powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure through her, causing her to moan and gag passionately.

Winter continued to pound the small RainWing mercilessly, as if she had never been taken before. "Beg for my cum," he demanded, "like the slut you are."

Kinkajou managed to speak between the relentless thrusts, her voice muffled by the cocks. "Daddy, please give me your cum," she begged, her eyes watering with ecstasy. "I want to be filled with your seed, to be forever marked by you." Her words were punctuated by another earth-shattering orgasm that painted Winter's crotch with her release.

He snapped her mouth closed and began dumping gallons of cum into her.

Her mouth bloated with cum, some of it overflowing from her nose and eyes as her body ballooned up with Winter's seed. It wasn't just her belly that swelled; her breasts and buttocks also expanded, filling up until she felt like she might burst from the pressure.

Panting heavily, her ass, breasts, and belly swollen with his cum, Kinkajou managed to say, "I feel amazing, my King. Thank you so much for giving me a fresh batch of your seed."

"Good," Winter replied, his tone gruff. "Now get out of my throne room. I'm going to rest, and I want no disturbances." He left for the royal bedroom, too exhausted to do anything but collapse onto the bed, immediately falling into a deep sleep.

"Yes, my King." Kinkajou obeyed, her entire body still quivering from the overwhelming sensation. She retreated to her chambers, the heavy sloshing of his cum echoing with each step she took. Sinking into the comfort of her fluffy bed, she grabbed a fucking machine, setting it to a gentle pace to caress her pussy while she drifted off to sleep.

Chapter Text

Winter sat at his desk a week later. Moon had laid her eggs and was now eagerly sucking him off, as he wrote a new report on the scavengers, or humans as they found out they were called. Despite everything that had transpired, he remained intrigued by these little creatures. Lynx should be back soon with all the females he had collected.

About an hour later, the door to the palace gates swung open, revealing Lynx escorting a group of females. Among them was a very dominant Auklet, who was gently whipping her mother, Sunny, and Tsunami, who had their hands bound in latex. It appeared that They had not completed his task at the Jade Mountain Strip Club and had devised a punishment for their disobedience. Additionally, Fatespeaker and Moorhen's sisters had joined the group, much to the delight of the dragons.

With swiftness, Lynx led the females to the throne room. Before entering, she darted into her own chamber and retrieved two free space gags with a flaccid end. She proceeded to insert these gags into the mouths of Sunny and Tsunami, effectively silencing them while leaving a faint look of adorable submission. The sight of the gagged females caused a stir among the dragons, particularly Auklet, who seemed to relish the impromptu display of dominance.

Upon hearing the commotion, Winter ceased his work and emerged from his chambers. His gaze fell upon the females being punished without his consent. "What is going on here?" he demanded, his voice colder than the icy winds that swept across the land. Lynx knew she would need to explain himself immediately.

Lynx froze, then turned back to her king. "I brought you the dragoness that you claimed for yourself," she said firmly. "I made the decision to tie these two up," she gestured towards Sunny and Tsunami, "because the Jade Mountain Strip Club is nowhere near finished, and I believe they deserve it." Her face remained serious and professional as she delivered her message.

The two girls couldn't help but blush, their tongues shyly exploring the long rubber appendages that filled their mouths.

"Once again, you are too eager to carry out roles that aren't needed yet," the king said without a hint of anger, as he calmly removed the dragon's bonds and took his seat on the throne. "I will deal with you later," he told Lynx, his gaze then shifting to a young, curious seawing. "Auklet, come before me and kneel. I have an announcement to make concerning your new role in my empire."

The ladies sighed as Lynx gulped, another punishment for her irrational decisions.

Auklet shivered with giddiness, rubbing the whip across her mother’s rear before coiling it up. She kneeled in front of Winter with a sultry smile. "What is my new role, my King? I will gladly accept whatever you give me," she murmured.

Winter stood and approached a now shocked Auklet. "I know you will," he said, "because you are no longer a princess." He paused for dramatic effect, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "Auklet of the Seawings, you are now the Broodmistress of Pyrrhia." The room grew tense as the new title echoed through the air. "This means you are in charge of who and when goes into the breeding chambers, and if anyone isn't following my laws, you punish them as you see fit."

Two female IceWing servants emerged from the shadows, one carrying a case that held white latex sleeves extending up to her elbows and latex stockings, the other a pearl-encrusted silver tiara. The items were ostentatious, clearly not tailored for Auklet's smaller frame. "Rise and accept these gifts," Winter instructed.

Auklet remained bowed, her eyes widening in shock at the sudden revelation. She glanced up at the two IceWings who bore her new symbols of authority. Her mind raced with the implications of her new role. As Broodmistress, she would control the very essence of Phyrrhia's future, orchestrating a selective breeding program across the entire continent. The power was exhilarating, with the added bonus was that she could dole out punishment to those who defied her.

The two IceWings approached her, holding out a case with the gleaming latex accessories and the tiara that was almost too heavy to be real. The weight of her new responsibilities was palpable, and she knew that her life had just taken a dramatic turn.

She rises, walking to the Icewing, and puts on the long gloves. As she slides her little finger in, it slips, allowing her claws to poke through with a flash of green and white. She then dons her stockings, feeling the sleek material caress her thighs. A piece of fabric runs up the back of her legs, dividing between her toes before fastening around her ankles.

Taking the pearl tiara, she places it upon her head. Although she anticipates it might be enchanted with animus magic, she feels no immediate change. Perhaps she's already so adept at pleasing that it has no further effect to enhance. "Thank you, my King," she says, bowing gracefully. The tiara wobbles precariously and nearly falls, but she catches it with a quick reflex, giggling coyly. "I assume the size indicates I'll be in this position often, my King?" she inquires genuinely.

"No," Winter says. Auklet adjusted the crown on her head. As he does, her body starts to transform, growing to match her mother's impressive height. Her breasts and buttocks swell to match Tsunami's voluptuous form, and the crown and latex stretch to accommodate her new dimensions. Additionally, her muscles bulk up, giving her a more formidable presence. "Take your place at my side," he commands, gesturing towards his throne. "The best part is, you now answer only to me and Queen Lynx. Every other dragon must obey your orders," he adds with a smirk.

Auklet gazed at her developing physique, her ample bosom undulating and quivering as a crescendo of pleasure enveloped her in a soft moan. She panted, sensing the burgeoning power within her body, as her abdominal muscles tautened and her arms became adorned with rigid, protruding veins. With a playful smile, she brandished her whip alongside Winter, striking a formidable pose that sent a sonorous crack echoing through the air. "This pose seems like it could be captured in art, my King," she giggled coyly.

With a graceful nod, she deferred to the royal couple. "Of course, my majesties." Her eyes darted towards the other dragons around Coral, a mischievous sparkle hinting at the fun she aspired to have. However, she was mindful of the hierarchy and knew that she would require their consent before engaging with them.

The King's authoritative gaze swept over the lower queens and princesses. "Which means you, whores," he bellowed, leaving no room for debate, "have to bow to her and salute her!" His voice resonated with unyielding power, and Auklet remained steadfastly by his side, a symbol of his dominance.

The females' expressions varied from shock to resentment, but fear was the most prominent. One by one, they began to follow his command, their eyes downcast and bodies submissive.

Winter looks at all of the princesses and Queens gathered together in one place, all convenient for his final act to cement himself as High King of Pyrrhia. He sits down on his throne, and whispers a spell as he touched his cock, “I enchant my cock to immediately fill any dragon’s pussy with cum once they penetrate themselves on me, and fill them with five eggs each”, and after a moment, he smirks and then says, “And for Icewings, fill them with seven.” he said, a bit of revenge for how the Icewings rejected him from their society, and on his family, who lay among those that were bowing before Auklet. He then raised his voice.

“Sluts. I command all of you, one by one, to come up to my throne. You will face your other queens and princesses as you impale your pussy on my cock. You will then be impregnated with my heirs. Do this, and you will be allowed to keep your royal positions under my empire.”

The queens and princesses collectively took in a bit of a deep breath at that. While each of the queens had been broken, and some of the princesses had been as well, a few members of royalty there had not yet been effectively broken by Winter personally, such as members of his family, Crystal and Mink. Now he was ordering them to offer themselves and let him impregnate them. Of course, Auklet was one of the first up. Winter expected that. Despite her being a slut master, she was still a Seawing princess. He smirked as she turned her tail to him. He groped her breasts as she lined up her pussy with his cock. She groaned as she impaled her pussy onto his dick. Per the enchantment, she felt his cold, virile cum splatter into her, filling her womb immediately. She felt instinctively that she was pregnant with five heirs. She smiled and took her place by his side.

Tsunami followed up, gulping slightly. She too had been broken by Winter, but still was a bit nervous. Winter gave her a look to get on already. She hastily nodded and moved over. Winter’s claws dragged over her abs as she got her filling of Winter’s cum.

Moray was one of his royal sluts, so she was not currently in attendance. He would fill her later though. Her well developed ass was already succulent enough. He wanted to feel the pleasure of breaking her completely, until the body she spent so long perfecting as a warrior was filled and bursting with Winter’s seed. That left only Coral. The heavy set Queen walked up to Winter. He felt her ass drop on him with the force of a large wave. Her plentiful ass massaged his thighs as his cock went up her dripping wet pussy. He moaned as he successfully impregnated his first queen. One down, and six more to go.

He looked down at the rest of them, and was not at all shocked to see Ruby come forth. He could see that she still had a bit of cum in her ass, no doubt from fucking Cliff while she was waiting for him to finish his conquest. He lightly patted her on the shoulder as she turned to face her queens, and dropped hard down on his cock, letting her belly bulge out as his cum filled her womb up. Winter took note that the Icewing Royalty, his relatives, seemed especially hesitant. He then made a gesture for them to wait until he had finished with the rest of them. He wanted to save them for last, letting them feel the humiliation of being impregnated by him in front of every other Queen. The Icewings, once proud and superior, were to now be impregnated by their own former prince.

Greatness was the next up, which Winter was simply grinning. While Greatness wasn’t a Queen, she was the only member of the Nightwing Royalty that was left, and fortunate enough to have a nice body for Winter to fuck. She’d been by far one of the easiest, and he found it quite funny. The last remaining royal member of the tribe, his old one who had been antagonistic for centuries, had simply given herself over to him. He appreciated that. He gave her a small massage on the shoulders, a little reward as she impaled herself on his cock, letting him impregnate her, her stomach bulging with his cock and then his heirs. She pulled herself off, bowed to him, and then went back with the rest of the Queens, bowing before his throne.

Moorhen and her sisters were next. Winter had already had Nessy chosen to be one of his royal sluts. He enjoyed her obvious love of bondage and loss of control. In fact, both of Moorhen’s sisters, Mahogany and Nessy, both came up together. Seeing this, Winter made his second cock erect so they could both get his eggs at the exact same time. He enjoyed watching their tits press together as they pressed downward, letting both his cocks push into each of their respective wombs. Winter moaned at the unique sensation of two pussies at the same time, especially from two siblings.

Moorhen was soon to follow. She faced away from Winter, as instructed, letting the rest of the Queens see her as Winter’s cock stood thick and long amongst her large figure, pressing into her pussy and cumming enough so that it made a bulge even for someone as big as her stature. With that, the Mudwings were permitted to keep their position as royals.

Next up were the Sandwing Royals. Winter, while acknowledging Thorn as the legitimate Queen, had asked for Blaze to be brought to him for this as well. She was a former princess, but a princess and a heavily supported one at that. She was the first one to approach him as his gaze turned to the Sandwings. He guessed that she had a fondness for Icewings, and he himself had met her once during the war itself. She had come across as air-headed and overly optimistic. Traits that back then, would have given him a rather bad taste of her, but now that he wanted her to submit to him, he embraced those traits. She had not been personally broken by him, which meant that when it was the Sandwing’s turn, she ran up to the throne, eager for Winter to give her his eggs. When she went to turn around, Winter held her shoulder, allowing her to lean forward onto him, so he could grope her beasts. They were magnificent, on par with the likes of Ruby’s, and he now understood why she was regarded as the most beautiful of the Sandwing sisters. She was leaning forward enough so that her pussy could still be viewed from behind her, and therefore him cumming as soon as she met his crotch with hers was on full display.

Thorn was next to the throne, and in her eyes he knew she craved that same utter dominance he had done to her when he had broken her for the first time, craving the cock that pushed all the way through her. He did enjoy seeing that, but she was also Qibli’s mother figure, and since he still was annoyed with her pseudo-son, he decided she wasn’t getting any special treatment. He let her come up to him, turn around, and moan in arousal and slight disappointment that his cock wasn’t ruining her like last time. He gave her a slap on the ass as her daughter, Sunny, came to the throne.

Her weeks of getting Jade Mountain ready had given her a more open mind to the idea of sex, and she showed no hesitation like she had last time, and made it quick and enjoyable for Winter. She slightly rubbed her pussy on the tip of his cock, teasing him for a few seconds before slamming herself onto him, his cock causing her smaller belly to bulge out significantly as he pumped cum into her awaiting womb.

Winter grinned as he turned to the last two sets of royals. The Rainwings and the Icewings. Glory was, in truth, the only one he had fucked, but he had made a mistake. In the scrolls, he had checked and Grandeur was listed as a Royal Advisor, not in another position of Royalty. RainWings didn’t have a challenge system that ensured Queens were often the oldest in their line, if not of the same generation. A quick spell told him that Grandeur was Glory’s grandmother, and sent for her to be brought to the summit.

He was happy he had asked for her. Grandeur, despite her clearly advanced age, was quite elegant in how she moved. Winter could tell she had already been converted to his empire, by the way she walked and how her breasts, remarkably full for her age, seemed to sway more than one would by simply walking. Glory was the first to come up to Winter’s throne, which was fair, as Winter had broken Glory himself. He gripped Glory’s breasts, giving them a nice squeeze as she sat down on his dick, firing his seed into her awaiting womb. She walked back, with Grandeur giving an amused chuckle. He gestured for her next, and as she approached, he knew she was definitely going to be someone he wanted to personally fuck more than a few times once his conquest was completed. Her prehensile tail was thin as per her age, but swayed seductively as a woman in her prime. Winter nodded as she turned around, taking a second to orient herself as she slammed down on his cock. Winter briefly thought to himself how much the Rainwing Royals would be affected by this. He’d be giving Glory effectively uncles and aunts that were younger than her, the same age as the heirs he’d be giving her.

Eh, he could deal with that later as the main show was coming. With Grandeur being filled, her belly not bulging nearly as much due to her larger size, Winter turned his hungry eyes to his family. The Icewing Royals. He counted five that he was going to give his eggs; Snowfall, Crystal, Mink, Icicle, and Tundra. He felt happy he could finally complete his conquest back with the same dragons wherefore he came from. Snowfall, being the first to have been broken by him, was the first to come up. She gave a nice presentation as she walked to his throne, hands on her head, breasts swaying and her hips gyrating slightly as she walked. Winter knew he had trained her well, and now he was reaping the rewards. She didn’t need to look as she turned around, and slammed herself onto his cock, with almost no change in expression except a slight quivering of her lip as she let out a moan, as her female eggs filled her womb.

Winter’s mother, Tundra, was next. He decided he wanted to go in the order in which he had taken control over them before. She had still been under a strict no sex rule for Winter, which he had imposed on her weeks ago. By now, he could see her quivering, wanting eggs inside her, no matter who they came from. As soon as Snowfall was done, she went up, turned down, and pressed herself down onto her son’s cock. She moaned loudly as his cum shot up into her womb, filling her with some more female dragonets for her to have. She didn’t immediately get up, apparently craving Winter’s cock inside of her, so Winter decided, for that, and the years of emotional abuse she gave him, he’d give her the consequences of that. He made his cock shoot more of his cum into her, giving her a total of 12 eggs inside of her at once. Her belly bulged out as she sat up, moaning as her now full womb lightly sagged against her frame. She proudly walked back to where the rest of the royals now were.

Winter then turned to his sister, Icicle. She was looking especially skittish, and he knew why. Snowfall, Mink, and Crystal, while his age, never really knew him that well. Icicle did. She had always been the superior one between the two siblings, and Winter would keep her on his cock for a bit. He made the effort of singling her out.

“Icicle,” he spoke, letting the rest of the Queens and Princesses draw their attention to his sister. Her blush ran deep as she felt everyone looking at her as she rose to her feet, “Come towards me, slowly. Do not immediately impale yourself on my cock.”

Icicle did as he said, and slowly walked towards him. She could feel every eye on her naked and exposed form as she made her way to Winter’s cock. Winter’s predatory gaze locked her into moving as she did. She was a soldier, made to obey orders, and this time, the one giving Icicle the orders was Winter. Winter gestured for her to lay on his abdomen as he reclined on the throne. His sister did as instructed and got on. She could feel and see his erect cock right in front of her pussy, her slit pressed against her brother’s throbbing cock.

“So, dear sister of mine, I think you want this more than any Royal here. Isn’t that right.” Winter said the last word as he squeezed Icicle’s breasts, giving a bit more pain then he normally did, but Icicle was a bit of a masochist. She nodded, not speaking yet, then Winter spoke again, “Then speak out loud for me, beg for me to fill you with daughters for my empire.”

Icicle was, however, way too embarrassed to even register that he had asked the second question. All eyes were on her, as she hovered over Winter’s cock, as if made to be in the most compromising and humiliating position. Winter snarled at her non-compliance of his order. He gestured for Auklet to come forth, her whip lightly swaying. Icicle looked on in fear as Winter grabbed her by the legs, and pushed her down. She was now laying on her back, Winter’s cock pressing between her shoulders, and her legs held up above her head in a full nelson position. Winter gestured to Auklet, then to Icicle’s presenting ass. Auklet smirked, and then proceeded to wind up and lash Icicle across her ass.

Icicle screamed out in pain as the whip lashed across her ass, leaving a blue welt where it struck. Unfortunately for Icicle, that wasn’t the end, as Auklet didn’t slow down. For a full three minutes, Auklet brought her whip down, cracking against Icicle’s ass, making it more blue than pale white with how hard it hit her. Winter, at the end of those three minutes, spanked Icicle on the ass.

“Tell all of them right now, dear sister, beg for my eggs, and you will receive.” Winter growled into her ear. Icicle was panting, legs weak from the pain, yet masochistic pleasure she had gotten from it.

“You! King Winter! Please, fill my slutty cunt with your eggs. Please!” Icicle yelled out, her face flushed in embarrassment as the other Queens and Princesses lightly began fingering themselves from seeing Icicle’s humiliation, and that was enough for Winter. He pulled her up and then down, slamming his thighs against her abused ass and into her needy pussy. He felt a great swell of satisfaction seeing his sister moan as he filled her with daughters. Inwardly, he felt like he should keep Icicle’s daughters in his inner circle. He certainly wanted to know how they turned out. He let Icicle off, ordering Lynx to carry her to a bed. While he enjoyed watching her suffer for that bit, he didn’t want to be too hard on her after she had submitted to him. He looked at the last two he needed to break.

Mink and Crystal, the younger and older sisters of Snowfall respectfully. He had never known them well. Crystal was off with her Mudwing after the war, and Mink was always at the castle, so he didn’t concern himself with knowing them. They rose, Mink seeming a bit more nervous. He acknowledged that since she was younger than him by a few years, she was a bit nervous seeing what he did to Icicle.

Winter took note and gestured for Crystal to come up first. He cradled her breasts in his hands as she dropped her pussy on his cock, letting out a groan as she felt him fill her with seven eggs, for seven daughters for his empire.

Mink seemed to slightly calm down, but she looked towards Moon, laying to the side of throne. She seemed to want to say something, but was a bit too sheepish to say it. Winter was interested, so he asked Lynx to go to her. She whispered something to Mink, then Mink whispered back. Lynx seemed a bit surprised at that, so she turned over to Winter and whispered in his ear, “Punish me if you may, but I’d like to advise that you hold off on Mink until later. I think it might surprise you.”

Winter nodded. For his Queen, he could make this exception for now, though he already knew how he would punish her. He turned to Auklet, and made a motion for her to hand her whip over. Auklet handed Winter her whip, her eyes gleaming as she gazed at the now cowed dragons beneath her, who were wondering what was about to happen. "Your whip can now have an elemental effect, like fire, ice, and even lightning," he murmured, the power of her new weapon apparent as he passed it back to her.

With a wicked grin, Auklet cracked the whip once. A fiery plume erupted from its end, eliciting gasps from the females present. Their expressions of horror grew more pronounced as they watched the display of power. "Thank you, my King~," she purred, the menace in her voice unmistakable.

Winter surveyed the assembly, her gaze unyielding. "Now, Thorn," she began, "I want Ostrich to be one of my royal sluts. The rest of you, pick a female dragon from each tribe to serve me. It doesn't matter their age, as long as they can bear male seed. I already have a NightWing and a RainWing." She paused, allowing her words to sink in. "If you have no questions, leave my throne room. Tamarin, inform me once you've made your choices."

The room fell silent as the implications of Winter's command hung in the air. The Queen's stared at her in disbelief before one by one, they stepped forward, each offering a female from their tribe.

Moorhen was the first to act, shoving a trembling Nessy towards the throne. "Your MudWing slut, my King," she declared, her voice firm.

Coral spoke next, her tone measured. "My King, my niece, Moray, has already been chosen by you."

Snowfall followed, a hint of pride in her voice. "My sibling, Mink, wishes to be a part of your empire." which surprised Winter, but he supposed she must have been looking at Moon to be a part of Winter’s closer circle. He supposed it was for the better than.

Ruby stepped forward last, "One of my guards took a liking to you, and I believe she would be honored to be among your royal sluts."

The tension in the room was palpable as the queens awaited their new roles in the kingdom, fear and submission etched on their faces.

Once the queens had concluded their offers, Tamarin, who had been pretty silent, remained contemplative, her massive breasts the subject of her thoughts. She expressed her uncertainty to the king, "I'm still not quite sure what role I wish for my King." A tinge of disappointment laced her voice. "I wish to utilize the splendid breasts you've granted me, but I'm at a loss as to how. Do you have any suggestions, my King?"

Winter cast an appraising gaze over the MudWing female and the other offers before him. "Do any of you believe you have what it takes to serve as a royal slut?" he inquired, directing his question to the queens’ offered sluts. Upon receiving their nods of assent, he turned back to Tamarin. "How do you feel about being a brood mother, allowing yourself to be bred by Rainwing males of your choosing before we place you on a milking machine?" His tone suggested genuine interest in her satisfaction with the proposed role.

The MudWing sister, Nessy, responded eagerly, nodding and bending down to showcase her ample rump. It was every bit as tempting and plump as Moorhen's. "Yes, my King," she said with conviction. "I would be thrilled to serve as your devoted slut, carrying your seed within me."

Tamarin's eyes widened at the offer. "Your proposal is incredibly appealing," she began, "but I wish to carry only your eggs. I will bear these for you without hesitation. Afterward, I wish to be used incessantly for mating and milking, bringing forth a symphony of moans with each session." She paused, her gaze drifting to the room labeled 'Royal Sluts'. "I could also serve as a form of punishment, perhaps using my cleavage to suffocate disobedient dragons." She contemplated the idea further. "For now, I'll focus on the milking machine and pleasuring dragons, but I must insist that no other eggs are placed inside me."

With a decisive gesture, Winter sent Nessy, Kinkajou, Mink, and Moon into the designated 'Royal Sluts' chamber. The sight that awaited them was enough to make their most intimate parts quiver with anticipation.

Turning back to Tamarin, he granted her request. "Very well, Tamarin, you shall be my personal breeder. You may choose whether you wish to be known as Brood Mistress or Slave Mistress; they hold the same rank. I leave it to your preference."

Tamarin nodded happily. "Thank you, my King. I'll be sure to produce pleasure and punishment." She turned her body back and forth, her nipples swaying slowly in a teasing motion. She headed to the breeding chamber to assist Auklet once she arrived.

Auklet was eager for her new role. "I like Brood Mistress more. It makes me feel a bit more powerful." Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "The Brood Mother can be Tamarin, I guess. Just a little tease I can use as she's fucked." Auklet's anticipation grew palpable. "Mm, I want to hit someone so badly with my new whip. When can I?"

In the room, dildos were arranged in various positions to help them practice pleasing their king. At the foot of each bed stood a fucking machine, designed to accustom them to long periods of uninterrupted sex.

Winter nodded to Auklet. "Very well, your title is now Brood Mistress.'" He then instructed Lynx, "On your hands and knees." His tone was firm. "Whip each of her ass cheeks ten times hard, but don't draw blood. I don't want any of my toys damaged. Do you understand?" His gaze was deadly serious. "When you're done, go down to the breeding chambers and help Tamarin set it up."

Nessy approached a dildo attached to the wall and began to thrust her buttocks back onto it, familiarizing herself with the replica of Winter’s cock. Meanwhile, Kinkajou and Moon started to experiment with the fucking machines, testing different speeds and settings, including vibration, which their king had instructed them to use.

Back in the throne room, Auklet couldn't hide her delight at the chance to whip Lynx. She took her position behind her queen and cracked the whip once on her left cheek, starting gently. Then, she unleashed a series of whips, alternating between fire, lightning, and ice to deliver a mix of intense pleasure and pain. Each strike caused Lynx to jolt up and climax, leaving her body sweaty and her ass a bright blue from the sexy marks. "How was that, my King?" Auklet asked, panting slightly as she put the whip away.

In the breeding chambers, Tamarin had already secured herself on a cushioned rock table. Auklet approached her and began to strap her large nipples to the milking machine. For added torment, she attached a fucking machine that was twice the size of Winter's usual cock and started it up. "You'll get a break soon enough," she teased, "maybe after a couple of gallons." With a smirk, she shoved her own butt into Tamarin's face, using her snout like a makeshift dildo and whipping her gently. Auklet knew that Tamarin was one of Winter's favorites, so she would tread carefully.

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Winter sat alone with his queen in the grand throne room. The atmosphere was tense, yet charged with anticipation. "Now tell me, Lynx," he began, his voice low and commanding, "how many heirs do you wish to bear, and what genders?" He paused, considering his own desires. "I was thinking one male and one female. Any extras could serve as... companions for them, to gain experience early on."

Lynx nodded thoughtfully, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "That sounds like a splendid idea," she purred, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "I would love to lay male and female eggs, and indeed, additional offspring to... entertain them at a young age." She couldn't help but rub her bruised posterior, the sting from Auklet's whip still fresh in her mind.

He rose from his throne, his steps deliberate as he approached her. His touch was surprisingly gentle as he cupped her cheek, his thumb tracing her skin in a tender gesture. "Yes," he murmured, his eyes burning with passion, "but I'm not going to simply take you. I'm going to make love to you." His tone was firm, yet filled with a softness that seemed foreign to his usual demeanor.

Without another word, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers in a kiss that was far from his typical brutish display. It was a soft, tender kiss, filled with a tenderness that seemed to catch Lynx off guard. His arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as their kiss deepened, a stark contrast to the pain she had recently endured.

Lynx closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around his neck, and slowly guiding them to their bedchamber. Her heart beat in unison with his, their breaths mingling softly as she sat them both in the bed, still kissing like two lovers that truly care for each other. "I love you," she whispered.

Winter laid her down on the bed and broke the kiss. "I love you too, Lynx." He turned around, so his cock was in her face and pushed his tongue into her pussy.

Lynx eagerly took Winter's cock in her mouth, slurping up his taste and musk as she moaned from the sensation of his tongue on her most sensitive spots. The juicy meat began to twitch in her mouth as she started to bob her head, her movements growing more enthusiastic with each passing moment.

Winter moaned, sending vibrations through Lynx's pussy as he used his tongue to explore and caress every inch of her, focusing on the spots that elicited the most passionate responses. His skilled touch sent waves of pleasure throughout her body, making her legs tremble and her back arch.

Lynx continued to bob, his actions coating his cock with her slickness, making it wet and slippery. His tongue's persistent strokes caused her to quiver and moan loudly beneath him. "My King, I'm so close," she exclaimed, her voice trembling with urgency as the pressure mounted in her core. "Let me cum with you inside me!"

Winter gently lifted himself off her and turned around, his eyes brimming with a profound emotion he hadn't felt in years. Love. Love for the dragoness sprawled before him. "You don't have to call me king all the time, my love," he murmured, the words barely audible as he positioned himself.

With a gentle, yet firm, motion, he slowly pushed into her waiting pussy, the wetness enveloping him entirely. "Hah!" Lynx's moan was soft and filled with pleasure as she felt his true form within her. "Okay, my love," she whispered against his cheek, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him tenderly. "I love you, Winter."

Her desire grew more intense, her eyes gleaming with a fervent need. "Please, Winter," she begged, lifting her legs up to her head, offering herself for a mating press. "Give me eggs, ones we can birth and raise as sluts together."

Winter grabbed her legs and placed them back down as he began to pound her. "I'm sorry, but I wanted a clear view of your tits, love," he murmured, leaning forward to press his arms on the bed on either side of her head. His striking blue eyes bore into hers with a loving smile. "How about you wrap your legs around my waist instead?"

Her legs were placed back down, which was slightly disappointing, but the tender reason behind it only made her adoration for him swell. As she gazed into his sparkling eyes, she felt a mix of love and his dominance. "Okay, my love," she responded, wrapping her thighs and legs around his waist and drawing him closer. His cock penetrated her deeply, despite his average size, with each powerful thrust.

Lynx moaned with pleasure as Winter's cock reached the depths of her pussy, her walls quivering around him. She showered him with kisses and erotic sounds as her first orgasm approached. Her body grew tense and she tightly squeezed his cock with her vaginal muscles, releasing a flood of her warm seed onto him. "Oh, Winter!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with passion.

"Oh Lynx," he moaned out as he shot pre-cum into her awaiting and now extremely fertile womb.

“Please Winter. Breed me. Give me your seed! I want your eggs. I need them!” She put her head back into the pillows, moaning her heart out as another orgasm was building up.

Winter pounded her a few more times before ramming himself in all the way, his cock exploding with his potent pure Icewing seed. "Oh fuck, take it all Lynx~ Watch yourself become a hot mommy~" The twin heirs' egg, one of each gender, formed instantly, as other female eggs began to form with each gallon of cum.

“Yes. Yes, I want to be a mommy. I want to— AH!” Her climax washed over her in a wave of juices that mixed with Winter's cold seed. Lynx felt her womb swell with the eggs. Tears of happiness welled in her eyes as she was finally bred properly by her mate. She panted heavily, basking in the afterglow of her climax as Winter continued to fill her and release more eggs into her body.

Winter finally ceased mating with Lynx, leaving her with approximately five fertilized eggs. He withdrew and gently caressed her swollen, pregnant belly. She was expected to lay the eggs in about a week. "I still have more to give," he said, his voice filled with desire. "Do you want me to prepare while I fill someone else, or would you prefer that I continue adding to our already substantial clutch?" By saying "our," Winter clearly indicated that the eggs belonged to both of them, emphasizing their shared parental responsibility.

Lynx let out a deep, contented sigh as she felt the weight of the real, seeded eggs in her abdomen. It was too heavy for her to move easily. "Why don't you fill another dragoness with your potent seed?" she suggested playfully. "How about your new MudWing conquest? She has quite an appealing posterior." Lynx couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. The mere fact that she had a clutch of her own to care for and watch over was incredibly arousing. Her bulging, multi-colored belly served as a constant reminder of their intimate bond and the life they had created together.

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Winter left the room after breeding his Queen. He ordered a few Icewing servants to bring him Tamarin, desiring to add more eggs to her clutch. Tamarin was a good little Rainwing.

In a few minutes, Tamarin was brought out of the breeding chamber. Her breasts were still swollen to the size of a dragon's, despite the milk squirting out of them. She was visibly exhausted, panting heavily and leaving a trail of juices on the floor. "Hello, my King," she managed to say, attempting to mask her labored breathing.

Winter smiled warmly at Tamarin. "I hope Auklet hasn't started your breeding yet," he said, shaking his head. "If she has, I'll have to punish her. But for now, I need you to prove your worth to carry my potent seed alongside the other eggs I've given you."

Taminar shook her head. "No, Auklet hasn't placed me with a male yet, but she has been milking me quite regularly." She reached around to pinch her nipples, sending more milk spurting out. "Oh, my King," she exclaimed, looking up at him with eager eyes. "I would be honored to hold your seed, so you can breed me alongside the other eggs you've entrusted to me." She gently stroked her swollen belly, feeling the soft outlines of the eggs already growing inside her.

"Are you sure?" he smirks, walking up to her with a sway in his step, his bright blue cock moving from side to side as he approaches.

"Well, I could just drink all your cum," she stammers, already regretting her decision to bear more eggs. "Or, you could fuck one of my nipples?"

"No," Winter growls, his teeth gritted as he grinds his dick against her soaking wet pussy. "You said you wanted to only bear my eggs. This is what it takes. Are you up for it, or are you going to break your reputation as my most well-behaved slut?"

"F-Forgive me for attempting to change my mind, my King," she pleads, her eyes downcast. "I will take your seed, so I can bear as many eggs as you desire. I'll be your breeding slut for the Rainwings," she says, raising her tail submissively. "But may the Icewing soldiers milk me. I still am very full of milk."

"You will need that milk for the clutch I'm about to give you," he said without another word, pushing her down onto her hands and knees. He pinned her down as he mounted her, driving his massive cock straight into the small Rainwing's womb.

"AH FUCK! I understand, my King. Please fill me with more eggs so I can't walk!" she exclaimed.

Winter growled and continued pounding the small, inferior dragon beneath him, smacking her ass with each powerful thrust into her womb. "That's better," he rumbled in her ear, "you will take it, whether you want to or not, slut."

Tamarin couldn't stop moaning for her King. Thrusting her ass back, she squeezed her tits as he claimed her. "Mm, yes, my wonderful King. I will be ever grateful!" she gasped, her body shivering as she reached climax, her femcum coating her ass as Winter pushed deeper and deeper.

Winter relentlessly pounded Tamarin's used pussy, his thrusts growing more vigorous with each passing moment. He pushed her head to the ground and began pumping even more cum into her, each surge filling her with a new egg.

"Oh, oh yes!" Tamarin exclaimed, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as her belly swelled to the point that her talons barely scraped the ground. Each massive egg that he deposited inside her made her grow larger, and she couldn't help but let out a series of ahegao sounds as her body was pushed to its limits. Winter had to climb onto her ample rump to continue his relentless assault, his seed seemingly never-ending.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Winter ceased his orgasmic onslaught. He had filled her with an additional 7 eggs. He slid off of her and said, "Now get back to the breeding chamber."

Tamarin looked up at him with a mix of exhaustion and concern. "Um, my King... I can't." Her legs dangled uselessly in the air as her distended belly prevented her from even attempting to stand. Despite her predicament, her breasts had somehow grown even larger during their passionate encounter.

With a sharp snap of his talons, Winter caused her belly to shrink enough for her to walk, though she remained heavily pregnant with his offspring. "Now, back to the chamber with you," he said firmly. He resumed his position on the throne, eagerly awaiting the arrival of his next round of eager breeding subjects.

"Thank you, my King," she said, bowing and walking back to her chambers to be set up on the milking machine once more.

An hour later, Nessy strode past the door to the throne room, coming into Winter's sight. Her ample ass jiggled with each step she took, a mesmerizing sight that was impossible to ignore.

Nessy turned toward her king and froze. "I... I've been riding a replica of your dick for the past couple of hours, my King," she admitted truthfully.

"And what have Moon and Kinkajou taught you?" Winter growled, his annoyance growing as he surveyed her. He didn't particularly care for mudwings, often finding them to be rather dim-witted.

"They were testing the... fucking machines," she replied, stuttering slightly. "But they gave me a heads-up that sometimes you would slap my ass or enlarge your cock inside me until it's almost out of my mouth. So, I was spanking myself hard," she explained, turning around to reveal the red mudwing tail marks that adorned her plump, jiggling ass cheeks.

Winter snarled, his frosty breath misting in the air. "Get back in there! I'm not in the mood for a MudWing right now. Or better yet, get the others and have them make dinner for us," he barked at the retreating figure, his spikes bristling with irritation at the audacity of the MudWing.

The MudWing, clearly intimidated, squeaked, "R-right away, my King!" She scurried back to the chamber where the other sluts resided, but she had left without any acknowledgment or praise, and it grated on his nerves. She knew that she and the other two, Moon and Kinkajou, had better make dinner swiftly to appease the tyrannical ruler.

After a brief pause, Lynx emerged from a door hidden behind the throne, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hello, my love," she purred, approaching him with a graceful stride. "I heard dinner would be ready soon?"

Winter's gaze softened as he looked upon her, his hand gently caressing the swell of her stomach. "The royal sluts are working on it," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. "But that MudWing had the gall to walk past me without even a glance. Do you think she deserves to be given to Auklet, my Queen?"

Lynx tenderly nuzzled against Winter's neck, her scales brushing against his as she rubbed her rounded belly. Her eyes glistened with a mischievous spark. "Every egg will hatch into a little slut," she murmured, "except for the one you will be training to be a proper King," she added, her mind already spinning with the thrill of molding a young dragon's desires. "I wonder if they could learn to lick my pussy under the table without being seen," she mused, her thoughts drifting to the recent addition to their harem, Nessy. "The audacity she has," Lynx chuckled softly, "but she is new to this. Perhaps we should start her with a 'light' punishment." Her smirk suggested she had a very particular brand of 'light' in mind, one that would leave Nessy trembling and eager to please.

"I was considering waiting to see how she handles cooking duties," Winter spoke up, his voice a deep rumble. "I've heard that Mudwings are quite adept in the kitchen." He gently placed his chin atop Lynx's head, his gaze softening. "But for now, I just want to sit here with you, my love."

Lynx took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling against Winter's firm embrace. "Ah, yes," she agreed, her voice a warm purr. "Their culinary skills are indeed quite impressive."

Winter leaned in, pressing his lips to the top of Lynx's head, his breath warm against her scales. His strong arms wrapped around her, his touch sending a comforting shiver down her spine as he massaged her back. Her eyes closed in contentment, she snuggled closer to him, her tail curling around his waist. "Let's not worry about that right now," he whispered, his voice a gentle rumble. "I just want to be with you."

"Mm, that's a fair point," Lynx conceded, her eyes fluttering open to gaze up at him. She nuzzled his neck, her forked tongue flicking out to taste the metal of his collar. "Let's enjoy this moment together, my love."

The two of them sat entwined on the throne, basking in the warmth of their bond. Lynx's claws traced patterns on Winter's chest as she licked and nibbled at the sensitive skin of his neck, her love and affection for him clear in every touch. His own claws ran soothingly along her spine, feeling the subtle ripples of her scales beneath his fingertips. They remained there, a picture of intimate tranquility, as they enjoyed the gentle hum of the castle's activities surrounding them.

After a brief wait of ten minutes, Kinkajou, the anthropomorphic dragon maid, entered the room with a graceful bow, subtly wiggling her hips. "Dinner is ready, my Majesties," she announced, her voice carrying a faint hint of excitement. However, a soft, persistent hum could be heard originating from the dragoness's direction, hinting at some form of concealed anticipation or mischief.

Winter, ever the attentive host, gently assisted Lynx to her feet and guided her towards the elegantly set dining table. "Well, tell us what's for dinner, Nessy. I'm assuming you took charge in preparing the meal?" he inquired, curiosity sparkling in his eyes as he took a seat beside her.

The Mudwing's delightful nod confirmed his suspicion. "Indeed, my King. It was always my responsibility to prepare the feasts when we had royal guests back at my family's estate." With a warm smile that reached her emerald eyes, she retreated to the kitchen and returned with two plates of exquisitely arranged food. "For my esteemed King, I have prepared grilled seal," she presented the dish with a flourish, "and for our radiant Queen, a variety of delicacies to support her condition," her smile grew knowing as she placed the plates before them.

Winter's gaze lingered on the royal couple as he began to savor the flavors of the meal, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous intent. He looked expectantly at the dragonesses, and as if on cue, his cock emerged. With a sly gesture, he motioned under the table, hinting at the erotic undercurrent that was about to unfold.

Nessy grinned mischievously and slithered under the table, her tail flicking in excitement. Kinkajou mirrored her actions, but Moons remained standing at the counter, meticulously preparing dessert. Nessy began to coil her tongue around the base of Winter's cock, a tender dance before taking it into the warm cavern of her mouth. She applied gentle suction, savoring the feel of him growing harder. Meanwhile, Kinkajou looked up at Lynx with hopeful eyes, awaiting permission to indulge in her own desires.

Winter's moan was low and delicate as he enjoyed the sensation of Nessy's mouth on him. He decided not to admonish Nessy for her forwardness, as he found himself in a forgiving mood and had practically invited it. Nessy's eyes sparkled with satisfaction as she eagerly lapped up every inch of Winter’s cock, ensuring not a single part remained dry of her saliva.

Kinkajou's plea was soft and needy, "My Queen, please~" she whimpered, her tail swishing back and forth like a metronome as she tapped her talons against her legs in anticipation.

Lynx, still engaged with her meal, finally looked down at Kinkajou. "Yes, Kinkajou, but be gentle," she instructed, her tone a mix of amusement and warning. With a sly smile, Lynx returned her attention to her food as she allowed the scene to unfold.

Winter kept eating, unfazed by the erotic display before him. The warm, wet sensation of Nessy's mouth engulfing his cock was a delightful surprise, and he found himself growing more aroused with each passing moment. His scales shivered slightly as he felt her tongue glide along his shaft, her saliva creating a slippery sheath that only heightened his pleasure.

Under the table, Nessy's tail coiled around Winter's leg, adding a gentle squeeze to the sensual rhythm she had established with her mouth. Her movements grew bolder as she took more and more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each suck.

Kinkajou's eyes lit up with excitement at Lynx's words. She approached Lynx with the grace of a predator stalking prey, her tongue darting out to lick her lips in anticipation. She knelt before the queen and gently parted Lynx's legs, revealing the glistening folds of her pussy, and extended her long, prehensile tongue to delicately lick at her sensitive folds. She lets out a low, guttural moan as she savors the sweet taste of her Queen’s arousal.

Nessy, feeling more confident, eagerly takes her king's cock into her mouth, sliding it to the base in a swift, smooth motion. She gently rests her hands on his knees, her eyes never leaving his as she begins to suck.

Winter emits a soft moan as he feels the warm, wet embrace of the mudwing's mouth around his cold, hard cock. The sudden temperature contrast sends a delightful shiver down his spine, and he can't help but murmur, "That's a good mudwing."

Meanwhile, Lynx lies there, her body still sensitive and quivering from the intense session she recently shared with her king. She moans softly, unable to hold back the pleasure that lingers from their encounter.

Nessy, her gaze never leaving her king's face, slowly lifts her eyes to meet his. She continues to take him deeper into her throat, using her throat muscles to create a tight, pleasurable grip. The sound of her muffled moans only adds to the erotic symphony as she eagerly services him.

Kinkajou deftly maneuvered her tongue around Lynx’s clitoris, her sole intent to bring a swift climax to her Queen and satisfy her urgent need.

Winter moaned deeply, his body quivering with pleasure as he approached the peak of his arousal due to his heightened sensitivity. Meanwhile, Lynx completely lost control, succumbing to the intense waves of pleasure that crashed over her as she reached climax.

Without wasting a moment, Kinkajou pressed her mouth firmly against her Queen’s pussy, eagerly lapping up the sweet nectar of her arousal as Lynx's thighs parted wider to grant her better access.

Nessy, in a display of devoted service, increased the tempo of her blowjob, her large Mudwing mouth moving rhythmically along Winter’s shaft. She couldn’t help but let out a muffled, “Mmph~,” as she felt his cock throb with the impending release.

Winter’s moan grew louder, his grip tightening around Nessy’s horns as he compelled her to take his entire length into her throat. He began to pump his cock, releasing gallons of his thick, potent cum down her eager gullet.

Nessy’s eyes bulged as she found herself buried in Winter’s crotch, her body forced to accommodate his intense release. She rubbed her distended belly as it filled with his cum, her scales glinting with the evidence of her servitude. Despite the discomfort and the sensation of her own arousal pooling beneath her, she remained steadfast in her obedience, refusing to seek her own pleasure without the explicit command of her King.

He continues pumping cum down her throat, filling it up until her stomach distends. With each spurt, she feels the warm, thick liquid filling her up, and she knows she won't stop until her belly is full to the brim with his seed.

Nessy's stomach makes a soft glorp sound as it accommodates and expands with Winter's voluminous climax. She's never felt so stuffed with cum, and it fills her with a sense of amazement and satisfaction, her newfound belonging to her Master clear. Her body stretches out, her abdomen now three times larger than its original size.

Winter ceases his climax as he finishes eating. He looks at the two females, his expression one of dominance and pleasure. He commands, "Nessy and Kinkajou, come out from under the table. I want to see your bodies." He then instructs one of his guards, "Bring all the other sluts in here, including the ones that just arrived."

Nessy sluggishly pulls her mouth off of Winter's cock, gasping for breath as she does so. She sluggishly emerges from under the table, cradling her engorged stomach with both her talons. She looks up at him with a hopeful smile, asking, "D-did I do a good job?"

Kinkajou stands up with a cheerful bounce, her snout still glistening from Lynx's cum. She says to Nessy, "Thank you for your cum, my Queen," her voice filled with genuine appreciation.

After approximately five minutes had elapsed, the rest of Winter's new acquisitions entered the room. Mink strutted in, showcasing her voluptuous figure with ample curves in her hips and thighs, exuding an aura of excitement. The other two dragons, the strong-built Seawing, Moray and the SkyWing guard Eagle, trailed behind with their arms crossed. Their cheeks were flushed, clearly indicating their inexperience and discomfort with the current situation. They had both been fucked before, but now they were royal sluts.

Winter's gaze sharpened as it fell upon Moray, noticing the faint traces of rebellion in her demeanor. "Mink, come with me," he instructed firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. "The rest of you are dismissed, and do not dare to disturb your queen."

Eagle nodded meekly in response, then followed Kinkajou to a separate chamber where she would be taught the ropes, so to speak. This instructional session began with the Rainwing guiding her through the art of fellatio, pushing the dragon's cock deep into her throat and showing her the rhythms that would soon be expected of her.

Mink eagerly accompanied Winter, her thoughts still clinging to the notion of their friendship. Moray, on the other hand, walked alongside them with a tense, apprehensive expression. "Winter," she began hesitantly, "I'm so thrilled. What shall we do first together?" Her voice held a hopeful lilt, despite her obvious nervousness.

Winter enters the room and secures the door with a firm click. "First, you are going to watch and learn," he says with a knowing smirk as he turns to Moray.

"Yes, Winter!" Mink responds immediately, her eyes still filled with innocence, not fully comprehending the extent of his royal status. "Moray, would you please come here?" he commands, his voice a blend of authority and anticipation.

Moray looks up at him for a brief moment, her hand tightening around her arm as she approaches. "W-what do you want, your...Majesty?" she stammers, her voice barely a whisper.

"You need to be broken, properly." he informs her, his gaze intense and unwavering as he paces around her, scrutinizing every scale of her body. His steps are deliberate and predatory. "On. Your. Knees."

The command echoes through the room, sending a shiver down Moray's spine. She hesitates, the gravity of the situation sinking in. Winter's stern demeanor leaves no room for argument. With a tremble, she lowers herself to her knees, her eyes cast downward, trying to maintain a semblance of modesty by keeping her breasts concealed. She doesn't like the feeling of vulnerability that washes over her, but she knows she has little choice in the matter.

Winter scowled, causing her ample dragon breasts to swell to nearly the size of Kinkajous. She attempted to cover them, but Winter was insistent, moving her hands aside and thrusting his engorged, blue member directly before Moray's face. "Open wide, bitch," he demanded.

"Ah!" Moray gasped as the sensitivity in her breasts grew to an extreme level. Despite her urge to conceal them again, Winter's firm grip kept them exposed, his cock pressing against her quivering lips. The scent was intoxicating, yet fearful anticipation made her loins quiver with a mix of desire and dread. She managed to turn her head away, letting out a timid whine.

Mink, observing intently, offered a comforting smile. "Don't worry, it'll be okay!" she assured, trying to ease the tension.

Ignoring Moray's resistance, Winter firmly grasped her chin. "The more you fight it, the more unpleasant this will be for you," he warned, his tone a blend of malice and excitement. "But your struggle... it only makes me harder." He guided her gaze back to his erection, the tip glistening with pre-cum. His eyes gleamed with a sadistic pleasure that sent shivers down her spine.

Her eyes widen with trepidation, and she looks up at him, her face etched with fear. She stammers, her gaze dropping to the long, quivering member before her. "I-it's my f-first time for oral..." she admits softly, her voice trembling. "T-that's why I'm scared..." She trails off, her eyes speaking volumes of the fear that grips her.

He regards her with a gentle, somewhat hypnotic gaze. "Just open your mouth and comply," he murmurs soothingly, "and soon it will all just come to you." His voice is a gentle coax, aimed at calming her nerves.

Nodding jerkily, she takes a deep, shaky breath and tentatively opens her mouth. He watches her, his expression unreadable as she gingerly touches her lips to his cock tip, her eyes searching his for any sign of reassurance.

Without uttering a word, he shows his newfound mercy, a trait that has emerged since he started treating Lynx with more affection. Perhaps it is because his empire is now established, and he no longer feels the need to be overly harsh and unyielding. He guides his cock into her mouth, pushing it in slowly and steadily, allowing her to adjust to the intrusion. Despite her fear, she can feel his consideration, a stark contrast to the previous roughness she had endured from Coral and Auklet.

Moray's eyes watered as she felt Winter's cold member slip down her throat. Despite her initial gagging and struggling to push him off, she soon discovered that the pain she'd anticipated never came. Instead, she found herself sniffing his crotch, releasing an uncomfortable groan that seemed almost submissive.

Winter began to thrust gently in and out, taking care not to be too aggressive. "How is that?" he asked, his voice tinged with genuine concern.

Looking up at him with a stretched neck, Moray managed to nod. Her eyes were watery, but she couldn't deny the sensation was growing more pleasurable by the moment. "Mmhm...glrrk..." she murmured, her throat tight around his shaft.

Winter then consistently speeds up his thrusts, causing his balls to tap against her chin. He uses his spiked tail to lightly stroke her breasts, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her.

Moray shudders as she feels the increased tempo. Her initial gagging subsides as she grows accustomed to the size and force of Winter’s cock, now sliding smoothly along her throat. She moans around the blue shaft, her chin occasionally connecting with his testicles as they slap against her. His tail, now adorned with soft, humanoid breasts, receives her eager attention. She caresses it gently, moving it around her tits and squeezing the base, encouraging him to continue the tantalizing contact.

Winter then stops thrusting momentarily, widens his stance slightly, and prepares for a more intense assault. He begins to pound the daylights out of Moray’s throat, knowing that in order to truly claim her, he must show no mercy.

“Hmm?” Moray's confusion is palpable when the thrusts halt abruptly. Before she can react, her head is jerked back and forth with the renewed vigor of Winter’s movements. Her eyes roll back in their sockets as she’s caught off guard by his sudden aggression. Despite this, she can’t help but feel a thrill of submission. Her hands instinctively find their way to her own sex, her fingers dancing and delving into her wetness, matching the rhythm of her King’s relentless mouth-fucking. With every moan, she reinforces the truth that she is now his to command.

"Did I say you could touch yourself, slut?" he growls, the tip of his tail cracking like a whip as it connects with her tender ass. His gaze shifts towards Mink, watching her reaction closely. "As a royal slut, you are not to give yourself sexual pleasure unless given permission by your king or queen," he instructs her sternly.

The dragoness yelps in surprise as she pulls away from her slit, cradling her already marked rump in her hands. Despite the pain, she takes his cock with a resilient grace, her throat stretching and bulging with each merciless thrust. Her eyes water, but she maintains the poise of a well-trained whore, enduring his rough treatment.

Mink nods eagerly at Winter's words, her expression a blend of innocence and curiosity. "Winter, can I have boobs as big as my torso?" she asks, her tone unabashedly straightforward. "I want to know what it feels like!"

Winter's focus remains unwavering as he pummels Moray's throat. "Your purpose is to appeal to your king and queen," he explains, his voice gruff and commanding. "And what you're suggesting is not appealing. After I'm done with this, I'll need to educate you properly."

He then turns his full attention back to Moray, his eyes burning into hers. "I want you to maintain eye contact with me," he orders, his voice a mix of dominance and desire.

Meanwhile, Moray's eyes were tearing up as she gazed up at her Master with a mix of adoration and desperation. A puddle of her arousal had formed on the floor, slowly trickling down her thighs. "Grrmph. WRRMPH!" she mumbled around his thick, throbbing member, her voice muffled by his shaft.

"Do you want me to cum, filling you up and stretching you out to the brim?" Winter asked with a smug smirk, his cock leaking a copious amount of precum as he maintained his relentless rhythm, driving into her eager throat. The sounds of gagging and sucking echoed through the room.

"Mmhmm~" Moray moaned in response, eagerly moving her mouth to pleasure his cock. She began to press herself against his length, her body responding to the primal need for release. Mink observed the intimate scene with rapt attention, her own wet folds glistening and releasing a steady flow of nectar onto the floor below.

Winter grasped her horns firmly, pushing his cock deep into her throat. She began to swallow his frigid semen, feeling it fill her up and travel down her throat as if it were a river of ice.

Moray's cheeks bulged with the effort, and she could be heard gulping loudly, clearly eager to receive every drop of his seed. Her small, delicate stomach began to distend as she held onto Winter's thighs, the pleasure causing her to moan wantonly with each pulse of his climax, the coldness of his release sending shivers down her spine.

Upon climaxing, Winter addressed Mink, who had transformed into a human-sized form. "Mink, come here," he said, his voice filled with authority.

Mink, a young IceWing, eagerly approached Winter, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, sir!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement for what was to come.

He smirked, gesturing to the makeshift stone seat he had formed. "I want you to beg for me, and I expect to feel the passion in your words," he instructed, his eyes gleaming with desire.

With a gasp, Moray lay on her side, a few strands of cum escaping her mouth as she tenderly caressed her distended belly. "T-thank you, my King," she murmured, her voice a mix of adoration and satisfaction.

Mink gazed at Moray, then at Winter, her eyes glistening with desire. "Oh... I, I... Winter, I would love to taste it," she murmured, "while I choke on your cock. Was that good enough?"

Winter remained unmoved, his expression unimpressed. "It's a privilege to hold royal seed," he said coolly, making it clear that she had more to do to truly earn the experience.

"Mm, I know I'm not the best at this, but I really want to feel your cock in my pussy," Mink continued, her voice earnest. "After I choke on it, of course. Oh, please, Winter, can I? I've heard from Snowfall that I have a really tight throat that can milk you dry! I want to do that. I want to milk you until you have no more seed to give!"

Winter's patience was wearing thin. "Get on your hands and knees," he instructed firmly, "and face away from me. You will do as I say and deal with it."

Mink let out a squeak of surprise but complied without protest. She positioned herself on her hands and knees, her tail flicking nervously. Her figure wasn't as plump as that of a typical slave, but her ass was still quite appealing as it swayed back and forth in anticipation. "I want your cum, Winter," she pleaded, her voice filled with longing. "Please, let this be my first time." She admitted her inexperience shyly.

He delivered a firm smack to her bottom, saying, "Address me by my title, whore!" Winter's anger was growing more pronounced, his patience wearing thin.

"Ahh!" Mink gasped and exclaimed from the slap. "Y-yes, Master! My King! Whatever you wish for me to call you. I'll be your toy to use and abuse. I can serve as a cocksleeve even while you're seated on your throne! I'll do anything..."

Winter climbed on top of her, and her backside grew slightly larger and rounder. Before she could fully comprehend the situation, he forcefully inserted his cock inside her. Despite her tailhole being unaccustomed to such intrusion, she let out a loud cry as he penetrated her. Her stomach distended with each vigorous thrust, and her moans grew more intense and pronounced. "Thank you, Master. I adore your cock so much!" she exclaimed passionately.

He started to pound her ruthlessly; her body rocked with each of his powerful thrusts, and her ass cheeks rippled each time his hips connected with hers.

"Ahh! Y-yes, oh it's so big and stretching me!" Mink wailed loudly, digging her claws into the floor as her ass clapped and rippled with each strong pound. Her eyes rolled back, her hand reaching to rub the bulge Winter made in her body. "Please Master. I want it! I want you cum to fill all of me!"

Winter grabbed the back of her neck and tail, pulling them into each of his powerful thrusts without showing any mercy towards her. "You like that, your kinky whore?"

Mink's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her body straining as her neck and tail were gripped firmly by Winter. She moaned over and over. "AH! Yes! I love it. I love being stretched by you, Master!" Her voice was a mix of pleasure and submission. "I'm such a kinky whore! I'm your whore, Master!"

"I demand you to beg for my semen, and offer your body to me. I possess you," he asserts through guttural grunts, relentlessly pounding her frigid, tight pussy.

“Yes, Master. I crave to be filled to the brim with your potent cum. I wish to serve as your personal receptacle for reproduction!" Mink cries out in ecstasy, complying with his command. "I belong to you, Master. I am your whore, exclusively yours. Release your potent seed within me! Transform me into an inflated fuck toy!"

He thrusts himself in as deeply as possible and pulls her sharply onto his phallus, causing his cold essence to erupt into her with immense force.

Mink's body goes rigid, experiencing the intensity of both Winter's climax and her own. Her fluids mix with his, coating their thighs as she becomes increasingly engorged with his voluminous semen. Her underbelly stretches rapidly, visibly distending from the powerful blasts of thick, concrete-like cum. "Yes, My King! Fill me completely with your potent seed. I am your slut. I am your disposable receptacle!"

Winter emits a series of grunts with each powerful release, expelling approximately half a gallon of semen with every pulse, until finally, he ceases after depositing a total of five gallons into the tiny Icewing's womb. He withdraws and asks, "Do you happen to know the location of the Royal Slut Chambers?"

Mink feels her belly growing heavier and more swollen as it's filled to the brim with her Master's cold seed. When Winter pulls out, Mink is held up by her distended gut. She groans and rubs it, reveling in the sensations and the guttural noises she makes. Her pussy throbs as a bit of cum leaks out, her body still in a daze from the recent encounter.

"I asked you both a question," he growls demandingly, standing over the younger girls. "Now answer your king."

"W-we don't, My King..." Moray replied timidly. "We were in our Queen's chambers before being called to your service."

Without another word, he leaves to join Lynx in the royal chambers. "Sorry I'm late, my queen," he says as he opens the door.

“Y-yes, my Master,” Mink moaned weakly, requiring Moray's assistance to enter. Once inside, Mink was provided with a plug by Kinkajou and a gag to shove inside her mouth. She squealed with delight and accepted it eagerly.

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Lynx reclined in a spread-eagle position on her bed, her white scales glinting in the soft light of the chamber. She awaited the arrival of her mate, and as he entered, she gracefully shifted to her side, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Hello, my love," she greeted him, her voice a soft purr. "How were your new slaves today?"

Her mate, Winter, approached the bed and leaned over to kiss her forehead tenderly. He had returned from a long day of managing their growing kingdom, and the scent of his power filled the air. "They were fine," he replied, his deep voice rumbling through the room. He climbed into bed, facing Lynx, and playfully poked her rounded, pregnant belly. "How are our little ones growing, my love?"

Lynx nuzzled against his chest, feeling the warmth of his body against her scales. "Mmm," she murmured, "they're getting bigger every day." With a playful glint in her eye, she added, "Could you send a servant to lick my pussy, Winter? These eggs have me feeling so horny..."

Winter chuckled and wrapped his powerful arms around her, his chin resting atop her head. "We are blessed with five," he reminded her, his breath warm against her scales. "Four females and one male, who will be my heir. But perhaps," he mused, "he should choose one of his sisters to be his queen?"

Lynx chuckled at his proposition. "I think our daughters should be turned into sluts by our son," she said with a devious, yet playful, smile. "Maybe you could have a go with them~" She leaned closer to him, kissing his chin gently.

"I think one of them should be a rightful Queen," he replied, stroking her cheek with a smirk. "Maybe the sluttiest, or the one he likes the most..."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she nodded. "Yes, I am very horny, my love," she admitted, her cheeks flushing blue with arousal. "But we must be careful not to hurt the eggs~"

He looked at her with a knowing gaze. "Why don't you be a good queen and put my cock down your throat?" he suggested, his massive blue member emerging.

Without hesitation, she got up onto her knees and nuzzled her snout against his shaft. "You're messy," she teased, licking the pre-cum off the tip, "I'll give you an amazing blowjob~" She began to wrap her lips around his cock, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deeper into her mouth.

"Then clean me up," he says, leaning back and placing his arms behind his head to get comfortable. He watches as she approaches with a knowing smile, her eyes never leaving the glistening evidence of their recent union.

Her smile is filled with affection as she takes the tip of his member into her mouth, her tongue swirling around it before she starts to bob her head. She continues bobbing her head as she hears Winter speak. "Can you believe just a few weeks ago, you didn't want to be my queen?" He asks, his voice muffled by by love and passion.

Winter gazes at her, his expression one of contentment. He runs his hands over her curves, tracing the contours of her body with his eyes. "Now, can you imagine a life without me being king and you being queen?" he asks, his voice a low purr.

With a look of adoration in her eyes, she takes him in her mouth again, her tongue flicking against the sensitive underside as she speaks. "I can't, my King. And I can't get enough of this cock." She opens her mouth wider, taking him halfway in and moaning around him. She reaches down with her free hand, her fingers gently parting her folds and dipping into her wetness. "Mmph," she murmurs, the sound vibrating through his length.

"Do you want something better than that finger?" he says with a gruff tone, as Lynx has become quite adept at satisfying him.

"Mmhm..." Lynx responds, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She doesn't hesitate and goes down on Winter's cock, taking it deep into her throat and neck. She eagerly swallows his precum, her cheeks bulging slightly with the effort.

Winter smiles mischievously and sneaks his tail around to her wet pussy. "Who's my good queen?" he coos, teasingly.

Lynx moans, her voice muffled by the thick shaft in her mouth. She nods vigorously, her eyes watering from the sensation of deepthroating. She starts to bob her head up and down, her movements becoming more rhythmic as she rides the length of his tail, reveling in the feel of the spikes gently massaging her inner walls.

Winter grips her ass tightly and stills her movements. "No babe, let me do all the work," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness. "You just relax, okay?" He gently teases the base of her horns, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Her eyes roll slightly as she nods, and she gently strokes his thighs with her talon. Positioning herself midway along his substantial member, she emits a series of cute moans and waits in eager anticipation for Winter to take the lead and satisfy her desires.

Winter begins to thrust his tail rapidly, yet with precision and care, penetrating her snug pussy. He wraps his strong hands around the back of Lynx's head, guiding it up and down as he forces his cock deep into her mouth. Lynx's body responds with involuntary shivers, her pussy clenching tightly around his invading tail. She gazes up at him through her lust-filled eyes, the gleam of desire unmistakable. Her muffled moans of "Mmph~ grrn Hrrmph~" vibrate against his shaft, signaling her enjoyment.

"Oh? It seems my naughty queen is quite fond of this treatment," he says with a knowing smile, as he continues to pump his tail into her mouth. He increases the speed and depth of his thrusts, pushing her to take him even further down her throat, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort.

"Grrmph. Mmhm~" Lynx moans, her body being simultaneously penetrated from both ends. Her tongue meticulously works its magic on his underside, while her inner walls tightly grip his tail, signaling her impending climax.

Winter maintains his vigorous tail-fucking of her pussy, his breathing growing more ragged as he watches her. He looks down at her, his eyes fixated on her crisp white breasts. "Play with your tits for me, babe," he instructs, his voice thick with desire.

Lynx, despite her face being buried in his cock and her body being used, manages a smile. Her hands move to her chest, pushing against the firm scales that cover her breasts. She squeezes them, her sharp talons almost disappearing into the soft flesh as she takes control of the pace of her oral ministrations. "MMPH!" She cries out, her body spasming as she reaches her peak, covering his tail in a sticky sheen of femcum.

Winter withdraws his tail from her pussy, halting her bobbing motions. He lies back, his expression one of pure satisfaction. "Make me cum, baby," he says, his voice a low growl. "Go as hard and extreme as you want."

Lynx nods, eager to comply, her eyes shimmering with lust. She wraps her mouth back around his cock, her talons digging into her breasts as she moves in a frenzy to bring him to the brink of pleasure.

Lynx shivers as his tail retracts from her wet pussy. She looks up at him with a smirk, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I have another place you can put your seed in," she teases, her eyes gleaming mischievously. Just then, Winter feels the tip of his shaft nudging against her tight asshole, and she takes a deep breath to brace herself. She's already so full, but she craves more of him.

"No," he murmurs, his voice strained with need. "I should have been more clear. I meant orally," he corrects her, unable to resist the urge to thrust slightly. He doesn't want to inflate her belly any further. "I want to feel your slutty mouth over my cock," he adds, reaching out to gently halt her movement.

"Ah..." She moans in understanding as he pulls out of her, her asshole feeling empty for a brief moment. "I-I understand, honey," she purrs, her voice thick with desire. She wiggles her ass enticingly as she crawls back down to his crotch. "I'll blow you," she promises, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It'll smell better now that it kind of tastes like my butt~"

Without wasting a moment, she wraps her lips around his member once more, her throat muscles relaxed and accommodating from their earlier activities. Her movements are swift and confident, a clear indication of her experience.

Winter grunts and leans back, sighing in bliss as he feels the coolness of Lynx's mouth engulf his cock. Her scales are smooth and slick with sweat, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. He wonders just how far she'll go during her menstruation.

She moved up and down vigorously, desiring for Winter to climax inside her and fill her as he had with his eggs. Suddenly, she placed her ass on his thighs, gripping her breasts firmly, and began to stroke them along his saliva-covered shaft. With a playful wink, she enveloped the tip of his cock with her mouth, making wet, suckling noises.

Winter moaned loudly, and without any warning, a burst of cool Icewing semen erupted from his cock. He watched his queen eagerly, wanting to hear the sounds of her enjoying his offering.

Indeed, she made her act of swallowing quite lewd. She bobbed her head up and down, moaning deeply as the sounds of her throat taking in his seed filled the air. Each gulp was a testament to her eagerness to consume all of his essence.

"That's it, swallow it all up like a good girl," he encouraged, his voice thick with lust as he continued to pump his cum down her throat.

"Mmmph~" she responded, her eyes closed in pleasure as she complied, bouncing her breasts along his shaft to coax out every last drop of his cold, creamy essence.

Winter's climax subsided, and he gently released Lynx's head from his still-throbbing member. He took a deep, satisfied breath. "Thank you, my love," he murmured, his eyes glazed over with contentment.

Lynx, the nimble anthropomorphic dragon, carefully lifted her head from his satiated cock, ensuring not a single drop of his seed remained. She gave it one final, loving lick before gracefully crawling up beside him, her clawed hands caressing his muscular chest and her slightly rounded stomach. "I needed that, love," she whispered with a sultry smile. "Good night."

Winter rolled onto his side, enveloping Lynx in his protective embrace. He wrapped his powerful arms around her, and his wings curled around them both, creating a cozy cocoon. He placed a tender kiss on her forehead and said, "Good night, my darling."

Nestled in the cold yet comforting warmth of her dragon king's arms, Lynx felt a sense of peace wash over her. She nuzzled closer, her tail instinctively wrapping around his in an intimate intertwine. "Goodnight, my beautiful King," she said softly, her eyes fluttering shut as sleep claimed her.

It wasn't long before Winter succumbed to slumber as well, but his dreams were plagued by tormenting images of his harem empire's darker aspects. Despite his public persona as a fierce and dominant ruler, his inner turmoil revealed a dragon grappling with the consequences of his power.

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Kinkajou awoke with a gentle groan, her vision obstructed by a pair of ample Mudwing breasts. The private slave chamber was occupied by all of Winter's personal whores. Mink lay on her side with a butt plug nestled in both her vagina and anus, while Moray rested peacefully beside her. Eagle was bound to a wooden cross, her body marred by the evidence of Auklet's disciplinary whip marks from the previous evening's disobedience.

The randy Rainwing climbed out of bed, her body already glistening with anticipation. She made her way to a nearby shelf and selected a toy, sliding it into her anus and securing the knot with a soft moan. She then approached Eagle, who was still unconscious.

Eagle stirred to consciousness, her surroundings coming into focus as she took in the sight of the colorful Rainwing standing over her. "Please... I'm sorry for being a bad girl..." she pleaded, her eyes wide with fear. "...please cut me down. I will obey whatever the King says..."

At the same time, Winter began to stir, noticing an unusual warmth beneath the covers. He didn't wish to disturb Lynx, who slept soundly beside him, and so he decided to investigate the commotion that seemed to be emanating from the slut chambers.

Kinkajou smirked, running her talons seductively over the whip marks on Eagle's body. "I'm sure you can endure just a bit longer," she taunted, her voice thick with amusement. "And remember, you're not just a toy for the King, but for the Queen as well."

Eagle's eyes widened in confusion. "What does that mean?" she questioned, struggling against her restraint.

Without missing a beat, Kinkajou brought her substantial, jiggling backside down onto Eagle's face, effectively smothering the trapped Skywing. "It means you'll be enjoying a diet of cum and your Queen's juices," she purred, watching as Eagle began to lick and slurp in an attempt to win her freedom.

Winter flung open the door to the slut chambers, his icy breath fogging in the suddenly chilled air. The sight before him was not what he had expected; his whores were engaged in unauthorized activities. "EVERYONE WAKE UP AND TELL ME WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!" he roared, his breath causing ice crystals to form in the air.

All the ladies jumped at the sound of their Master's voice. They quickly scrambled up and stood side by side, Kinkajou having undone the bonds of Eagle. They looked nervous, and some were shivering, while others looked like they were going to fall back asleep.

Winter walked along his sluts with his hands clasped behind his back, but he noticed only one slut was following orders correctly. "Moonwatcher, step forward," he said, turning to the line of royal sluts. "It's clear that there needs to be some leadership among you whores, so from now on, you will all answer to Moonwatcher, whom I am promoting to Royal Slut Master. It is now her job to keep all of you in check, and be careful," he warned, "she can read your mind, no matter what."

Moon's ears perked up as her name was called. She stepped forward confidently, while the others still looked nervous. Her eyes widened as she realized she would be the leader of Winter's new sluts. She smiled and nodded at her King, showing her submissive yet serious dedication to her new role. The rest of the sluts blushed and followed her example.

"My King," she began, "I can already read Kinkajou's mind, and she seems disappointed she couldn't finish with Eagle. Shall I put those two where they belong and where you asked them to be last night?"

"Yes," Winter replied, his gaze cold and commanding. "Anyone who wasn't on the fucking machines last night now has to spend the day and night on them." Just then, Lynx appeared next to him, her belly heavily pregnant. "Moon, have the rest prepare a good breakfast, no shortcuts," he commanded, taking Lynx's hand and heading towards their royal dining room.

Kinkajou, Mink, Moray, and Eagle all squeaked nervously as Moon ordered them to their beds. She would strap all their legs to a collective spread bar, and line up the fucking machine that matched their Majesty's cock. She turned them all on and left the four ladies to moan and gasp and cum for the rest of the day.

As she led Nessy out of the room, Moon couldn't help but snicker. "Hmm," she mused as they entered the kitchen, "Even though we have all of these inner members, I feel we are missing someone…experienced."

"Yes," Winter said, already in the kitchen and eagerly anticipating the sight. "Moon, would you prefer another younger slave or an older one to be in charge of?" His eyes gleamed as he thought of watching the slave's body jiggle and bounce as they worked under his command.

Moon instructed Nessy to fetch a pan and begin cooking. As the substantial Mudwing proceeded with her task, her hips swayed from side to side, her tail swishing with each step she took towards the cooking area. She had begun preparing a sizzling chicken dish, the steam from which rose and danced around the kitchen, gently kissing her ample bosom and causing beads of perspiration to form, giving her skin a tantalizing sheen.

Moon contemplated the situation with a mischievous smirk playing upon her lips. "I crave someone with more experience to be under my command," she mused, her gaze lingering on Winter. She reached out and gave her chest a gentle but firm squeeze. "Qibli recounted the tale of your daring infiltration of Vulture's stronghold and your encounter with Cobra. Perhaps it's time for the assassin to be taught a lesson and transformed into your personal SandWing whore, Master?" Her fingers playfully pinched her own nipples as she spoke, her voice laden with intrigue. "And knowing Qibli's propensity for purity, the mere fact that he entertained such thoughts about her is quite telling."

Winter furrowed his brow, weighing the possibilities. "The location is unfortunately beyond my current domain," he acknowledged, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he admired the alluring display the females were unintentionally providing him with their movements. "However, assembling a strike team could be a feasible approach."

Moon nodded in agreement. "But let's not forget," she interjected, "Cobra remains a prisoner in the dungeons of Thorn's palace, ripe for the claiming," she added with a knowing smile.

Nessy, noticing the need for modesty, decided to don an apron. Yet, even with this addition, her ample cleavage remained on full display. The fabric clung to her curves, accentuating her feminine allure. Her thighs quivered slightly with each movement, and when she felt Moon's playful nudge from behind, she couldn't help but let out a giggle.

Winter furrowed his brow. "Actually, when Vulture disappeared with Darlkstalker, he came back to Thorn after everything," he said. "They struck out a deal. I'm not sure what it was, but Cobra got released." His eyes flickered down to Nessy's ample rear, which was now unfortunately covered without his consent.

"Nessy, do you normally wear an apron while you cook?" he questioned, a hint of irritation underlying his calm tone.

The servant dragoness giggled mischievously. "Oh, I see, Your Highness. It's just that I burn my chest so often without one," she said, pointing to her covered breasts. "And it helps me keep an eye on things... like your majesty's... preferences." She winked, the light playing off her emerald scales.

Nessy quickly turned to her sovereign. "My apologies, Your Royal Highness. I just use it for protection," she replied, a slight tremble in her voice. "I don't know how many times I've burned my breasts because I didn't have one on. And it allows me to see better." As she spoke, she deftly flipped the chicken on the grill, revealing a tantalizingly soft, juicy, and tender exterior. It was a stark contrast to the fiery sizzle of the meat, much like the hidden vulnerability behind their tough exteriors.

"Hmm, well, Moon," Winter began, his deep voice carrying a sense of finality, "I will depart tomorrow. I want you and the other sluts to take care of the queen, and when your task is complete, assemble a task force. Remember, I need warriors, not whores." He growled, his eyes narrowing with the gravity of his decree.

Moon nodded in understanding, her green eyes reflecting the firelight from the hearth. "Of course, my King." She watched as Nessy, who was also present, finished off the last piece of seasoned chicken, the juices shimmering on her lips as she savored the flavor. The meal had been prepared with care, the aroma of the Mac and Cheese filling the room as Moon didn't spend too much time on the preparations. "Dinner is ready, Master," she announced, placing oven mitts on her hands and carrying the dishes to the table with grace.

Though when Winter suddenly changed his tone, Moon couldn't help but wonder what he had in mind. "Of course, Master," she responded, her tail swishing slightly as she bent down to retrieve something from a nearby drawer. Was she deliberately presenting herself in such a manner? Her actions were definitely intentional, as she knew how much her master enjoyed the sight of her generous backside.

Without warning, Winter's hand connected with a firm smack on Nessy's upturned rump, the sound echoing through the chamber. "I'm counting on you, Moon," he warned, his voice a mix of amusement and authority. "So don't mess up."

Nessy yelped, standing up quickly and banging her head on the countertop. Despite the pain, she managed to keep her composure. "I won't, my King," she assured him, her voice steady and unwavering. "And if I do, I'll accept any punishment you deem fit, or share it with the rest of your whores." The seriousness in her tone was undeniable.

Winter chuckled to himself as he left the room, heading towards the royal chambers. He didn't bother to knock; after all, what could be more surprising than finding his queen in a compromising position? He pushed open the door with a flourish. "Dinner is ready, my love," he called out. "Care to join me?"

Nessy rubbed her now burning butt as Winter entered their bedroom, spotting Lynx engaged in an intimate act with a certain Seawing dragon positioned between her legs. "Hi honey," Lynx greeted without a hint of embarrassment, "I thought Auklet was being a good slut trainer. I decided to give her some of my essence~"

Auklet, however, didn't appear submissive at all. Instead, she was focused and determined, her eyes glued to Lynx's swollen belly as she pleasured her Queen.

"Aunklet," Winter began in a passive-aggressive tone, "what are you supposed to do when a royal enters your presence?" She cast a sideways glance at Lynx, mildly annoyed. "And are you joining me for dinner, or no?"

Auklet, her mouth still glistening with Lynx's juices, pulled away from her Queen's pussy and stood up straight. She turned and bowed respectfully to her King. "Of course, my love," Lynx responded, climbing off the bed and embracing her husband. "Auklet was just finishing up."

As they made their way to the dinner table, Winter noticed Moon standing at attention with her hand behind her back. "Moon," he instructed, "I need you to choose a royal slut to come pleasure me and the queen, if she so pleases."

Moon nodded firmly, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She beckoned Eagle and Moray, the latest additions to the palace's harem, to come forward. "Your task," she announced, "is to serve your majesty under the table. When they are here, your dinner is their cum." Both Eagle and Moray nodded eagerly, the SkyWing moving towards the King and the Seawing towards the Queen.

Lynx took her seat at the table, a sly smirk playing on her lips. "A new slut, my love," she purred, "A fresh, warm SandWing to add to our collection. I can't wait to watch you break them in."

Winter nodded, his own smile filled with lustful intent. "Indeed, I'm going to the Scorpion Den to find a new plaything for our empire. Make sure they're strong and ready for tomorrow."

The room buzzed with the excitement of the impending hunt and the promise of fresh pleasure to come. The dragons knew their roles and eagerly awaited their King's return, ready to serve and submit to his desires alongside the new addition to their harem.

Winter began to dine and spoke to Lynx, "Well, how about you get to watch me break her?" He gestured towards his sluts, signaling them to proceed as he started to eat. "After all, the last female you saw me break was Moon, do you remember that?" He reminisced with a warm smile.

"Mmm," Lynx mused before her memory clicked into place. "Ah yes, Moon was the only dragon I watched get bred into your empire, the first one indeed." She cast a knowing glance at Moon. "I would love to see you put a more aggressive dragon in their place. If that's who you're aiming for."

During their conversation, Eagle initiated the intimate act, breathing and licking Winter's cock before taking it all in her mouth, demonstrating remarkable skill and enthusiasm. Meanwhile, Moray had pushed her snout into Lynx's pussy, who responded by clamping her thighs tightly together to prevent escape.

"Master, may I sit down?" Moon requested as her arousal grew, her pussy visibly wet from the erotic scene unfolding before her.

"Please take a seat," Winter smirked, watching Lynx closely. His eyes glinted with excitement as Eagle's mouth fully enveloped his massive cock. "Yes, I will bring her here so you can witness firsthand how I break females."

Lynx was somewhat affected, but her only outward sign of it was the firm grip of her thighs around Moray's head. However, as Moray drank and licked, it was clear she enjoyed the sensation. Eagle continued to impress with her deep-throating of Winter's cock, which had grown even larger in her mouth.

"That's good to know, love," Lynx spoke slowly, her voice a little shaky. "Could you bring her in ropes, maybe a hogtie that emphasizes her body?" She suggested as Moon reluctantly took a seat, unable to look away from the intimate acts.

"My King, may I masturbate?" Moon pleaded, her own desires building as she watched her fellow sluts serve their rulers.

Eagle's moan filled the room as Winter slammed his tail into her ass, reaching deep within her. Despite the suddenness of the intrusion, she only grew more eager, increasing her suckling pace. The sight was incredibly arousing to Moon, who could feel the heat rising within her.

Meanwhile, Lynx decided to open her legs to give the Seawing a chance to breathe, before she grabbed her horns and pulled her into her pussy, moaning as she came all over her face in cold Icewing juices. "Mmm, drink up, you fucking slut~" she moaned.

Winter smiled at her and grunted, continuing his thrusts as he looked back towards Moon, wanting to see the desperation in her eyes as he ate.

Her legs closed around his thighs, her cheeks warm as she glanced at Eagle's throat stretching from Winter's cock going deep inside her.

Winter pulls his tail out of Eagle and suddenly shoves it up Moon's pussy as he grabs Eagle's horns and forces her to go faster. "That's a good girl," he says.

Eagle moans along Winter's dick when she pulls out, and immediately starts to make lewd noises and slurps as Winter pumps her full with his meat.

Moon gasps and moans as Winter’s tail is shoved in her own snatch, his spikes hitting all her good and sensitive parts, making her cum near instantaneously.

As Winter starts cumming, he continues pumping Eagle's head back and forth, pounding Moon's pussy with his tail. "How's the food, Lynx?" Winter asks through his huffs.

Eagle gurgles and moans on Winter’s seed, filling up her throat and belly. Her stomach swells massively, sagging onto the floor as she moans. Moon does the same, grabbing her muzzle and head to hide her delighted whimpers.

Meanwhile, Lynx was huffing and panting. "The food is wonderful, my King," she said, "but so are your sluts..."

Winter concluded his meal as he ceased stuffing his cum into the smaller skywing, Lynx, withdrawing his tail from her. He observed her adorable blue blush and said, "Lynx, I adore the expressions and sounds you make. They're incredibly endearing."

Moon and Eagle exhaled deeply as Winter separated from them. Eagle wiped the mixture of saliva and precum from her lips, while Lynx released Moray's horns. "Th-thank you, darling. It's not just my body that brings joy," she replied, her cheeks tinged with a charming blue.

Winter looked at her with affection. "And I know you appreciate my physique," he said teasingly, flexing his muscles for her amusement.

With a nod, she finished her meal. "Indeed, my love," she exclaimed. "I'm eager for these eggs to hatch so we can indulge in the most intense and passionate lovemaking sessions!"

Standing up, he addressed her, "Has there been any movement yet?" He offered his hand to help her stand. "It feels like it should be any day now."

"The eggs? Hm, I feel my belly getting much bigger already," Lynx groaned, her voice tight with discomfort. "I think once you get back, the eggs will be ready~"

The three dragonesses made their way back to their chamber, where they positioned themselves on the machines alongside the other females, who were all writhing in mind overbearing pleasure. The toys inside them mirrored Winter's knot, stretching them mercilessly.

"They should be ready any day now," he informed her, extending his hand with a concerned look. "I only enchanted them to be ready in about a week."

Her eyes widened as she took his hand, and her body jolted in pain. "F-fuck! Hah~! W-Winter, I-I think they might come e-early!" she shrieked, her belly visibly distending.

Winter rushed to her side, his expression a mix of alarm and determination. "Moon! Auklet! To the front and center, now!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the halls. He then gently eased her onto the bed. "The queen is in labor! Find anyone who can assist!"

Moon and Auklet dashed to the room in response to Winter's call. Moon headed straight to the slut chamber, while Auklet sprinted around the palace, threatening severe consequences for those who failed to rush to the Queen's aid.

Lynx's body was a tapestry of agony as she panted heavily. "Gah! W-Winter... Mmmf! I feel so tingly!" she whimpered, her eyes screwed shut.

Winter's expression was a mask of concern as he sat beside her, his grip on her hand tightening. "Don't worry, I'm here," he reassured her, though his mind raced with fury at the thought of anyone failing to come to their aid. "Does it hurt at all?"

Panic had gripped the palace, and soon the room was filled with Winter's slut and several servants, their faces a mix of fear and anticipation. They brought water and rags, trying to ease the Queen's suffering. "AH! It's... it's so intense, honey!" Lynx gasped, her body convulsing as the first egg began its torturous descent.

The egg emerged from Lynx's pussy with a painful pop, smearing the onlookers with her fluids as she screamed.

Winter's eyes narrowed, but he remained focused on supporting her, rubbing her hand gently. "Just breathe," he instructed, his voice calm despite his inner concern.

The ordeal lasted for what felt like an eternity, Lynx's screams piercing the air as she pushed out each egg. After about 30 minutes, she lay spent, her body covered in a sheen of sweat. All the eggs had been expelled, lying on the bed, glistening in her juices. Two of the eggs were a stark white, while the other three had a very faint tint of blue, a sign that they were the potential heirs to the throne.

"Alright, everyone is dismissed," Winter finally announced, his voice firm. He helped her sit up, gently placing the eggs into a cozy nest before climbing into bed beside her. He kissed her cheek, whispering, "Good night, darling."

Everyone exited the chamber, even Moon, who recognized the desire for solitude in Lynx's eyes. Lynx lay there, breathing deeply and relaxed, a serene smile playing on her lips from the tender kiss they had shared. Fast asleep, she remained blissfully unaware of the events transpiring around her.

Winter nestled closer to her, his heart swelling with joy from the warmth of their intimate moment. He drifted into a dreamless slumber, mentally preparing for the challenges that awaited him in the Scorpion Den.

The sun rose on a new day, and Lynx awoke feeling more rested than she had in ages. She peered over the edge of the plush bed to find five eggs neatly arranged on a large, comfortable pillow. Their presence filled her with a sense of purpose and excitement for the future.

Elsewhere in the castle, the female dragons bustled about the "slut chamber," adorning themselves in attire designed to please and serve their King. Auklet sat atop a servant, who was face-first in a humiliating position, serving as a chair for the pregnant dragon. Auklet's gaze drifted over to Tamarin, who was lounging nearby, her swollen belly a testament to her fertility and the numerous eggs she carried within.

Winter stirred from his sleep, a determined look etched on his face as he readied himself for his mission. He strode over to the closet and pulled out a majestic cloak with a stark white exterior and a vibrant sky blue lining. To complete his ensemble, he selected a blue straw hat that complemented the cloak perfectly.

As he donned these garments, Lynx cracked open an eye to watch her husband preparing for departure. Moon, ever the attentive servant, entered the room and bowed before him. "Your Royal Highness, it appears you are about to embark on a journey. Is there anything we should attend to in your absence?" she inquired, her voice filled with deference.

Winter's gaze bore into Moon's eyes, his expression unwavering. "You are to safeguard the queen and her eggs with your life. A single blemish on them will mean severe consequences for you," he warned, reminding her of her past mistakes.

Moon's eyes widened slightly, and she nodded in understanding, her voice trembling. "Yes, my King. I shall attend to our Queen with utmost care and diligence."

Turning to Lynx, who reclined on the bed, he offered a gentle smile. "Rest easy, my love. I shall return by evening with a new sandwing to add to our collection. Remember, you are to observe only as I claim her. Your involvement may make her more resistant to my will," he instructed, emphasizing her role as a spectator to the upcoming event.

Lynx nodded compliantly, nestling into the pillows. "I understand, my King. I shall await your triumphant return," she murmured, a hint of excitement in her voice at the prospect of watching him assert his dominance.

With his instructions given, Winter turned and left the room. Moon, now in charge, summoned the other females, particularly Mink, who had a special bond with Lynx. They gathered around the expectant queen, eager to tend to her needs and those of her precious eggs.

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Winter strode determinedly towards the Scorpion Den, feeling the intense desert heat as the sand sizzled under his feet. Upon arriving, he paused to ensure that his hat remained firmly in place, the brim casting a sliver of shade across his face. He then wrapped his cloak around his body, not merely for protection from the sun, but also as a symbol of his newfound royal status.

As he approached the entrance, two dragons who bore the unmistakable livery of Lord Vulture's service abruptly barred his path. Their scales had a coarse, sandy texture, a clear adaptation to the desert climate, and their eyes glinted with the malice of the scavengers they served. "You're trespassing, Icewing," they sneered. "This desert is under Lord Vulture's rule now. Leave before you regret it."

With unshakeable confidence, Winter replied, "I have come with a proposition for Lord Vulture. This sack of gold is for his ears only." The dragon guards eyed the bag greedily, their posture slackening at the sight of the wealth. Despite their clear suspicion, the mention of their lord's name and the promise of gold was enough to make them reconsider.

They stepped aside, allowing Winter to pass through the narrow corridor of the scorpion den. As he did so, he couldn't help but notice the furtive glances thrown his way by the females of the den. Their eyes held a mix of curiosity and desire, their expressions betraying their thoughts. Some of them even had the audacity to subtly flaunt their voluptuous figures, their chests heaving and tails swishing in what was clearly an attempt to captivate him.

Approaching the imposing gates of Vulture's compound, Winter raised a fist and hammered it against the sturdy wooden barricade. "Open up!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the enclosed space. "I wish to speak with Lord Vulture!" His tone was one of demand, mixed with a hint of hostility.

The guards, recognizing the authority in his voice, hastened to comply. The gates creaked open, revealing the shadowy interior of the compound. Winter stepped into the cooler embrace of the shade, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger or treachery. His visit was no social call; he had matters of importance to discuss with the self-proclaimed ruler of this harsh desert domain.

The sudden appearance of armed soldiers and their sharp, gleaming weapons surrounded him, a formidable spectacle of steel and scale. Their leader, Vulture, emerged from the shadows of the grand entrance, the doors creaking open to reveal his newly adorned form. Draped in opulent gold and jewels, he had clearly amassed a great fortune. His gaze narrowed as he recognized the figure before him, his voice a sinister hiss. "I know you, Winter," he said, his eyes flitting over the cloaked individual. "What the hell are you doing here? I should end you right this instant."

Vulture's eyes widened slightly as he took in the figure before him. Despite the cloak obscuring Winter's body, the changes were unmistakable. The once smaller, less imposing Icewing now stood tall and proud, his shoulders broader and stature as imposing as Vulture's own. The confidence that radiated from him was palpable. "I have a proposition for you," Winter announced, his voice as cold as the ice that coated his scales. "One that requires our discussion in private."

With a casual yet authoritative gesture, Vulture dispersed the crowd of soldiers and bodyguards with a flick of his claw. They vanished as swiftly as they had appeared, retreating to their hidden ambush spots. "Follow me," he instructed, his curiosity piqued. "I'm quite intrigued by this... business."

Winter's hand shot out with surprising speed, seizing Vulture's wrist in a vice-like grip. The pain was intense, and the sack of gold clutched in the latter's claws was forcibly wrested away. "You will receive this gold once we reach an agreement," Winter stated in a tone that left no room for negotiation. His eyes bore into Vulture's, filled with a dangerous promise of retribution should he dare to double-cross him.

Vulture grunted and hissed, his eyes watering from the pain as Winter reclaimed the gold. He tentatively pulled his hand back, glaring at the Icewing with a mix of anger and trepidation. "Very well," he conceded, his voice strained. "But should you decide to renege on this deal, don't expect to find a moment's peace again. Not with both eyes open." The threat was delivered with all the gravity he could muster, yet a hint of fear flickered in his gaze.

The two dragons stared at each other for a tense moment before Vulture turned and led the way down the opulent hallway. His stride was slightly less confident now, a subtle acknowledgment of the power shift. Winter followed closely, his footsteps echoing through the corridor, each step a silent promise of the consequences that would follow any deception. The air grew thick with anticipation as they approached a set of ornate doors, guarded by two of Vulture's most trusted soldiers. They stepped aside, allowing the duo to enter a chamber adorned with the spoils of Vulture's many conquests. The room was dimly lit, casting dramatic shadows on the gleaming surfaces of gold and jewels, setting the stage for the clandestine dealings about to unfold.

Winter's hearty laughter echoed through the chamber, unphased by Vulture's veiled threat. He knew the rumors that had been swirling around him, whispers of his unrivaled power and cunning. Yet, he remained unfazed, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, speaking of business," he said, once his laughter had subsided to a gentle rumble. "This deal I wish to strike is rather... personal. It involves a certain assassin...Cobra. Now, where might she be?"

Vulture's hiss was one of irritation as he turned away from the sound of Winter's laughter. He tugged his arm free from the grip that had held it, his scales rippling with the movement. "Cobra, you say? That pathetic excuse for an assassin," he spat. "Once the bane of the Stronghold, she's now nothing but a... well, let's just say her talents have shifted focus. She's more interested in the fluids that drain from dragons in a different manner, if you catch my drift."

Winter's tone grew colder, his eyes narrowing slightly as he made his stance clear. "If either you or your shadows dare to cross me, you will regret it," he warned, his voice a promise of swift retribution. His posture remained relaxed, belying the lethal intent behind his words.

With a dismissive huff, Vulture stalked away, his steps heavy on the stone floor. His guards, who had been lurking in the shadows, slithered out of their hiding places, shooting Winter malevolent glares before following their leader.

The air was thick with tension as the minutes ticked by. Winter felt the desert heat pressing in, but he was too focused to let it distract him. He subtly weaved a thread of his ice-cold magic around himself, creating an invisible barrier that kept the oppressive warmth at bay.

Vulture eventually returned, a leather leash clutched firmly in his hand, with Cobra in tow. She was visibly disheveled, her once sleek scales now sticky with the evidence of her recent sexual activities. Her busty chest heaved with indignation, the latex outfit clinging precariously to her generous curves. Her eyes flashed with anger. "What the fuck, Vulture? I was in the middle of a four-way!"

Winter couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips as he took in the sight of her. "Ah, no need to worry about her allure," he mused, his gaze lingering on her exposed flesh. "The desert heat is getting to me, but she seems... quite appealing as is." He subtly waved a hand, his magic keeping the sweat from beading on his brow.

"Now, down to business," Winter continued, his voice a silky purr. "How much can I purchase her for?" His eyes met Vulture's, and the unspoken message was clear: he was ready to negotiate, but would not be underestimated.

Vulture sneered, the leash tightening around Cobra's neck as she stumbled behind him. "Her talents are worth more than mere gold," he began, his eyes flickering over the group of thugs who had gathered around them. "But for someone as... influential as you, I'm sure we can come to an arrangement."

The tension in the room grew palpable as the two powerful figures sized each other up, each one aware of the delicate balance of power they were about to disrupt. The sound of Cobra's panting grew louder, her body trembling with a mix of anger and arousal as she was displayed like a prize to be won.

"Buying?" Cobra's eyes narrowed as she snapped her gaze up to the new voice, recognizing the similar face with a mix of anger and disbelief. "You! You stupid fucking Icewing!" she roared, her tail lashing behind her in fury.

Vulture, the notorious slaver, merely shrugged and released the leather leash, allowing the enraged ex-assassin to charge towards the IceWing king. He watched with a twisted sense of amusement, noting the changes in Winter's demeanor towards this particular IceWing. "I see you've developed quite a taste for your own kind," he mused to himself, his sharp eyes glinting with curiosity.

With surprising speed, Winter stepped forward to meet Cobra's furious charge. He caught her outstretched claw in his powerful hand, immobilizing her arm mid-swing. "You will not speak to me like that, whore!" His voice was a low, dangerous growl that sent shivers down her spine despite the heat of his rage. He backhanded her with his free hand, the force of the blow sending her reeling backward until she collided with the cold, stone wall. The impact made her see stars, and she crumpled to the ground, stunned.

The IceWing king's breath came out in icy plumes, a stark contrast to the fiery temper he was displaying. He took a moment to regain his composure, glancing towards Vulture with a smug smirk. "So, how much for the damaged goods?" His tone was casual, but his eyes remained sharp and deadly.

Vulture couldn't help but laugh at the irony of the situation. He had never seen Winter act this way before. "Ah, well, under normal circumstances, I'd expect a bit more negotiation," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But since you've already had your fun with her..." He trailed off, his grin widening as he saw the fury in Cobra's eyes. "I'll take one of the two bags of gold you brought, and this little shit is all yours," he quipped, pulling the leash tight again, forcing Cobra to stand upright despite her protests.

Winter's eyes lit up with greed as he reached for the gold. "But first," he said, extending his other talon for a shake, "we seal the deal."

Vulture chuckled at the display of dominance, his respect for the young king growing. He took Winter's talon in a firm grip. "I'm feeling quite generous today," he lied, trying to hide his fear behind a veneer of confidence. "So, what's your preference for her travel arrangements? I'm sure she won't be eager to fly with you voluntarily."

The IceWing king considered the question, his eyes cold and calculating. "Since you've been kind enough to prep her for me, I'll take her as is," he replied, his voice deceptively calm. "But I insist she's tied up and immobile for the journey."

Cobra's fiery eyes narrowed in fury as she addressed Vulture, her powerful dragon form exuding a palpable aura of rage. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Vulture?!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the cavernous space.

Vulture, unfazed by her outburst, turned and firmly grasped the leather leash attached to her neck. He yanked it once, causing her to stumble forward slightly, before relinquishing it to the icy grip of Winter. "I'm putting you back where you belong, you fucking cum slut," he sneered, his words dripping with contempt.

Winter, the cool and composed leader of the group, studied Vulture intently. "Actually, that won't be necessary," he began, his tone even and measured. "But tell me, what have the lands beyond the compound been saying about me?" His curiosity piqued, he hoped to gauge the extent of his reputation beyond the confines of the Scorpion Den.

Vulture paused, considering the question. "I don't know anything," he admitted, his gaze flicking to the ground briefly before meeting Winter's once more. "The Den has been isolated, our focus solely on Thorn and her ambitions for the Sand Kingdom. But we have noticed she's been acting differently as of late."

"Really?" Winter's eyes gleamed with interest. "You haven't heard any rumors from outside the compound walls?" He knew that information was a valuable currency in this desert realm, and the prospect of having an insider was too tempting to pass up. "You know I could change that," he said with a knowing smile, "keep you guys informed and establish a steady supply line. On one condition," he added, his smirk widening.

Vulture's head tilted slightly to the side, a look of confusion briefly crossing his reptilian features. "But why would someone like you be willing to help us?" he asked, genuinely puzzled by the offer. "We've been getting by with our own resources for so long."

Winter's grin grew more pronounced. "Let's just say I have my reasons," he replied enigmatically. "But first, I need to hear these conditions of yours."

Winter strode confidently over to Cobra, his animus eyes gleaming with power. "I enchant you, Cobra of the SandWings," he announced, "to do me no harm until I say I lift this enchantment." His words hung in the air, a declaration of his newfound authority. "Well, I have sort of become the king of Pyrrhia," he continued, a smug smile playing on his lips. "And I was planning to take this place by force in the future. But if we can do this without bloodshed, I say that's far more profitable." He paused, allowing the gravity of his revelation to wash over the room and watching as the implications dawned on Vulture.

Vulture's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight of the enchantment in action. He had seen the power of animus dragons before, but to have one standing in his den was an entirely different experience. When Cobra attempted to retaliate, her hand met with an invisible barrier that sent a shiver down her spine. She glowered at Winter, but remained still, unable to move against him.

Vulture took a moment to digest the information, his mind racing with the potential consequences of this encounter. He knew he had to tread carefully with an animus king. "As for my conditions," Winter went on, his voice like the crunch of ice underfoot. "First and foremost, you must accept me as your king and acknowledge that my word is law here."

The room was silent, the only sound the crackling of the fire as the dragons waited for Vulture's response. The gang leader knew that resisting an animus was futile, and perhaps there was something to be gained from this new alliance. "And secondly," Winter added, "the supplies I provide will go to everyone in the town, not just to you and your gang."

Vulture considered the terms, his eyes narrowing slightly. The thought of sharing resources was distasteful, but he had little choice. "Do you accept my terms?" Winter demanded, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

Vulture took a deep breath, weighing his options. The power dynamic had shifted dramatically, and he knew that pushing back would only lead to disaster for the Den. "I accept your terms, King Winter," he said, his voice tinged with both resentment and a hint of respect. "You are indeed the King of Pyrrhia, and I am but one dragon."

The IceWing's expression didn't change, but the tension in the room eased slightly. "Good," he said, his tail swishing behind him. "And I expect your full cooperation."

Without waiting for a response, Winter scooped up the enchanted Cobra in his powerful arms and turned to leave. "There is one more thing," he said over his shoulder, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I want you to meet me at my palace in Sanctuary to formalize this agreement. Queen Lynx will be there to work out the details. I will send you a messenger a day in advance to remind you. Don't forget, or there will be grisly repercussions."

Vulture nodded stiffly, watching as the new king took to the skies with his captive. He couldn't help but feel a mix of anger and curiosity at the mention of Thorn. "Does this mean you've... with Thorn?" he called after him, a hint of a smirk playing on his face.

The IceWing king's eyes flicked back to Vulture for a brief moment, a cold amusement glinting in them. "With every single queen," he confirmed, "and I look forward to having Cobra join their ranks as my devoted, cock-loving royal slut."

Vulture found himself overwhelmed by the barrage of lewd information regarding the Queen and how he had become the King. He digested the details with a nod, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. "Indeed," he mused, "I place my faith in both my own judgment and the menacing warnings of those who stand by my side." He then turned to address King Winter, his eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and determination. "I shall await your arrival at your estate, Your Highness."

With that, Winter disappeared into the night, leaving the gang leader to ponder the future of his once-dominant Den and the new power structure that had just been imposed upon them.

In stark contrast to Vulture's contemplative demeanor, Cobra remained feral in her restraints. She clawed incessantly at the bonds that held her, her eyes blazing with rage as she attempted to strike out at her captor. The futility of her efforts only seemed to fuel her fury, as she hurled a relentless stream of profanities and insults toward Winter, each one more vile than the last, all targeting his tribe with a venomous spite. Her struggles, however, were to no avail.

As they soared through the skies, Winter finally reached the end of his patience. "Silence, whore!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the air. In an instant, Cobra's mouth was sealed shut by an invisible force, a clear manifestation of his magical dominance over her. Her eyes went wide with shock and anger, but she could only emit muffled sounds of protest. Despite her ongoing struggle, she realized the gravity of her situation and reluctantly ceased her verbal assault.

With a sinister smirk, Winter turned to face her, his gaze burning with anger. "You will learn respect," he growled, "and you will learn to worship me. If you do not comply, I will have no qualms about casting you into the heart of the Ice Kingdom." He paused, allowing his words to sink in before continuing. "Do you understand?"

Terrified, Cobra could only nod in silent agreement, her eyes darting to the ground far below as she contemplated the harsh fate that awaited her if she disobeyed. Despite her fear, she remained tense and continued to resist her captor's grip.

Upon landing outside his magnificent desert palace, Winter marched directly to his chamber, unceremoniously tossing Cobra to the floor. She landed with a thud, her ample breasts bouncing against the cold stone as her plush tail swished angrily. Cobra let out a high-pitched yelp, followed by a series of gruff grunts as she collided with the floor. Her ample dragon breasts flattened against the cool, hard surface, causing them to wobble as she struggled against the tight bindings that held her in place. Her fiery eyes flashed with rage, but her protests were muffled by the gag that filled her mouth.

Winter then approached the Queen, his gaze lingering on her form with a swirling mix of lust. "Hello, my love," he purred, his tone a stark contrast to the commanding tone of their earlier interactions. "May I inspect you?"

As Lynx heard Winter's footsteps approaching, she startled momentarily, only to relax when she recognized her partner. The sight of the discarded slut at the doorway brought a knowing smirk to her lips. "Of course, my love," she purred, her voice a seductive purr as she spread her wings wide and parted her thighs lewdly. Her delicate, freckled skin was flushed from the recent attention she had received, and a faint scent of arousal hung in the air around her. "I'm sorry if I'm a bit messy down there," she said with a coy smile, her voice thick with the aftermath of pleasure. "They couldn't get enough of my sweet nectar, you know how it is."

Winter's gaze sharpened as he took in the scene before him. His eyes fell upon a small, blue scratch on Lynx's wing, which stood out starkly against her pale, freckled skin. The injury was almost invisible due to its subtlety, but it was enough to pique his suspicion. He stepped closer, reaching out to touch the area gently. "When did this get here?" he inquired, his voice a low growl that promised retribution. However, his primary concern was to keep Cobra from escaping or causing a scene. He placed his heavy foot firmly in the middle of her back, pressing down until she was flat against the floor, immobilizing her squirms.

Lynx's cheeks grew hot with a blush as she followed Winter's gaze to the discreet mark on her wing. She stuttered, trying to form a coherent explanation. "I... I had a little fun with Nessy and Moon," she began, her eyes darting towards Cobra, who was now writhing in pain beneath his foot. "We were just kissing and playing around, and when they both went for my tail at the same time, they slipped and... well, they accidentally scratched me." She winced slightly as she recounted the incident. "But it's nothing serious," she added hastily, her voice strained. "No harm was done, really."

The pressure from Winter's foot increased slightly, eliciting a muffled whine from Cobra. Her scales shimmered with the effort of trying to break free, but she remained trapped. The room was filled with the heavy tension of unspoken accusations and the unmistakable scent of dragon lust, the air thick and charged with it.

Winter's eyes narrowed, his grip on the situation tightening as much as the binds around Cobra. "I expect the truth from you," he warned, his tone icy. "If they disrespected you in such a manner, they will face the consequences."

Lynx swallowed hard, her heart racing. She knew that she had to tread carefully. "It was just a mistake," she assured him, her voice trembling. "We were all just having a bit of fun. I'm sure they didn't mean to hurt me. Besides," she said, trying to lighten the mood, "it's just a tiny little thing. Nothing to get all fired up about."

The room remained still for a moment, the only sounds being Cobra's muffled protests and the heavy thud of Winter's tail against the floor in frustration. Then, with a sigh, he lifted his foot, allowing Cobra to gasp for breath. "Very well," he said, his tone deceptively calm. "But I expect better from my pets in the future."

Winter mused, his curiosity piqued, "Do you think, by my decree, I should punish them after I break this slut under my foot?" His cock emerged, a testament to his readiness for the unrelenting rough sex he craved. It had indeed been some time since he had indulged in such carnality, yet his touch remained tender as he explored the flawless contours of his queen's body, savoring every moment of the encounter.

The queen's cheeks darkened to a deeper shade of blue under his ministrations. "Don't blame Moon," she protested with a huff, her voice strained. "It was Nessy who made the mistake; she's not well-versed with smaller dragons. Moorhen was her Master before..." Her eyes grew wide as she noticed the unmistakable sight of his arousal. "Oh, and I can't wait for you to put this new whore in her place," she exclaimed, her words tinged with anticipation.

With a smug smile playing upon his lips, Winter hoisted Cobra off the floor, flipping her onto her stomach, effectively pinning her beneath him. He reveled in the feeling of power that surged through him as he held her down. "The enchantment is lifted," he announced, his voice a low rumble. "Now, let's see if you can resist my influence for longer than the record of twenty minutes." He positioned his substantial member at the apex of her sex, the wetness of her pussy eagerly welcoming the friction.

As he spoke, Cobra's body thrummed with newfound sensation, the constraints of the enchantment lifted. Her eyes grew wide with a mix of terror and anger as she met Winter's gaze, filled with a predatory hunger that sent a shiver down her spine. With surprising ease, she was hoisted up and thrown onto the bed, the impact causing her to bounce slightly from the force. The sudden shift in dynamics silenced her initial protests, her fiery spirit momentarily cowed by his dominance.

Her eyes narrowed to slits as she felt the weight of the formidable icewing upon her, rendering her movements futile. "Grrr! Let me go, you fucking—" she snarled, her voice muffled by the pillow beneath her face. However, her words faltered as she felt the blunt head of Winter's cock press against her folds, the promise of an impending invasion that both terrified and aroused her. Despite her fiery exterior, she was vulnerable in that moment, her body betraying her with its slick readiness.

With a swift tear, the sound of latex fabric giving way filled the air, exposing her plump breasts and thick, muscular thighs. The sudden release of her body from its confines caused her to gasp, the cool air brushing against her sensitive skin. Winter's grin grew wider as he took in the sight of her, fully exposed and at his mercy. "Nnng! You wouldn't dare!" she protested feebly, her hips bucking in a futile attempt to dislodge him. But the feel of his shaft against her wetness was too much, and she could not help but feel a thrill of anticipation mixed with the fear. "I'll have you killed for this!" she threatened, her voice trembling, though the conviction behind her words was questionable.

Winter leaned in closely, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he smirked, "No, you won't, because I'm about to give you the best sex you've ever had. Don't believe me? Ask Lynx." He playfully nudged her, his voice dripping with confidence as he continued to sensually rub his entire body against hers. His cock grew steadily, reaching a size that would make any dragoness quiver in anticipation. "Ready, you stupid sandsnorter?" he taunted, not waiting for her response.

With a sudden, powerful thrust, Winter buried his entire length inside her, the tip of his cock pushing deep into her stomach. She gasped, eyes widening in shock and pleasure as she felt the sheer size of him fill her up. He didn't pause for a moment, immediately starting to pump in and out of her with a wild, unbridled passion that had her scales standing on end.

Her gaze darted to Lynx, who smirked knowingly, watching the scene unfold with a smug look. "Give in, your slut," Lynx murmured, his voice like a seductive whisper in her ear. "You're a part of the King's empire now~"

Cobra's body shivered with each cold touch from Winter's scales, her mind racing as she felt his cock continue to swell and lengthen inside her. She grunted and huffed, trying to resist the growing arousal that washed over her. Despite her efforts to fight back, she couldn't deny the intense pleasure that began to build in her core.

With a final, brutal thrust, Winter's cock reached its maximum size, the knot sliding into her with ease. She screamed, the sound echoing through the chamber as the heat from her anger mingled with the fire of passion. Her belly visibly bulged around the base of his cock, the imprint of his tip clear against her smooth scales.

Her talons clutched the bedsheets tightly, her teeth sunk into the fabric as she struggled against the overwhelming sensations. Sweat beaded on her brow, her scales glistening in the dim light of the candles flickering around the room. Despite the fierce pleasure coursing through her, she gritted her teeth and tried to maintain a semblance of resistance.

Winter's eyes narrowed, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched her struggle. "What was that, whore?" he goaded, his voice deep and husky with lust. "Did my cock make you speechless?" With each powerful stroke, he made her body quiver, her scales rippling in response to the unrelenting pressure he applied to her tender walls.

Her breaths grew ragged, her chest heaving with the effort of staying in control. Her eyes locked with Winter's, a silent battle of wills playing out between them. "You won't take me," she managed to gasp out, her voice strained but determined.

The dragon king's grin widened, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam. "We'll see about that," he said, his voice a dark promise. He leaned in closer, their snouts almost touching as he whispered, "Your body seems to disagree." His thrusts grew stronger, more insistent, pushing her closer to the edge of oblivion with every movement.

Their hips collided in a rhythm that seemed to shake the very foundations of the room. The sound of their scales sliding against each other filled the air, punctuated by the wet, slapping noises of their union. Cobra felt her resolve weakening with every powerful stroke, her body betraying her as it succumbed to the pleasure that Winter offered.

But she wasn't ready to give in yet. Her mind, sharp as a vulture's beak, clung to the last vestiges of control she had left. This was just the beginning, she knew, and she would need to be ready for whatever twisted delights Winter had in store for her next.

Winter, with a wicked smile, nodded in response. "Very well~" He whispered, his icy eyes gleaming with mischief as he summoned his magical powers. His thrusts grew unnaturally fast, his two cocks, one already thick and long, extending further into her, stretching her to her limits. The one in her mouth grew at the same alarming rate, the cold, hard shaft sliding in and out of her throat with such speed that she could barely keep up, the tip of it brushing against the back of her throat with each movement.

Her eyes watered and her throat burned as she tried to accommodate the monstrous appendage, her own cock pulsing in time with the relentless thrusts. Meanwhile, the second cock, equally cold and thick, invaded her ass, the sensation overwhelming as it filled her completely, the added length causing her to scream around the cock in her mouth. As the two shafts met within her stomach, they stopped growing, but the punishing pace did not relent. The sound of his balls slapping against her ass grew louder, a fast, rhythmic smack that echoed through the room.

Then, as if the scene weren't depraved enough, two white, tentacle-like appendages descended from the ceiling, seemingly out of nowhere. They twitched and slithered, almost alive, before shoving themselves into her ears. Cobra's eyes widened in shock and pain, her gagging turning to muffled cries as the tentacles filled her ear canals, their icy touch sending shivers down her spine. She struggled to remain upright, her body a wreck from the intense double penetration.

Winter observed her with a mix of amusement and satisfaction, his cocks still pistoning into her without mercy. He pulled almost all the way out, only to slam back in, causing her to moan and whimper with every thrust. Her body was a canvas of red marks from his rough treatment, and the tentacles in her ears made it almost impossible for her to think straight.

"Glrrrk! Ahh, grrrnk, nrrmphkk!" The tentacles muffled her protests, turning them into a symphony of guttural noises. Her eyes rolled back, and she was on the brink of passing out.

Withdrawing his cocks just enough to tease her, he whispered, "That's a good whore. Moan for me, beg for me, worship me!" His words were a blend of a demand and a taunt, each one delivered with a smug confidence that sent a shiver down Cobra's spine. He pushed the tentacles deeper into her ears, making her squirm and whine louder. The cold tendrils twisted and coiled, sending jolts of pain and pleasure through her body that made her shiver. She was utterly at his mercy, a plaything to be used and discarded.

"Grrlk! Mrrph n-no AHH!" she choked out, her voice a garbled mess around the icy shafts. "I grrlk! I won’t!" she protested, her voice strained and muffled by the cold, foreign presence invading her mouth.

Winter, the sadistic Icewing, watched her with a twisted smile, his eyes gleaming with victory as he felt her resolve begin to crack. "Oh, you will," he murmured, the tendrils abruptly retreating from her ears, allowing a brief respite from the intense pleasure-pain. "You will learn to take my seed like the whore that you are," he added, his cocks erupting with a torrent of cold, sticky cum that filled her mouth and throat, forcing her to swallow the thick, freezing semen.

As the tendrils retreated from her ears, the relief washed over Cobra like a wave. Her mind felt as if it was on the brink of shattering, and she was grateful for the brief reprieve. Winter’s cocks, which had been relentlessly pounding her, now swelled even more, reaching a crescendo that made her entire body spasm. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she felt the cold seed spread through her, coating her insides with a frosty layer. Her heavy panting filled the air as she tried to process the overwhelming sensation, her body feeling both violated and oddly satisfied.

To her surprise, Winter pulled out of her, his cocks shrinking back to their usual size. He smirked, watching her with a mix of amusement and triumph. Her legs trembled, and for a moment, she thought she might collapse to the ground, but she managed to stay upright, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her body felt cold and sticky with his cum, which had begun to solidify and cling to her insides.

"Hah~ hah..." she panted, trying to gather herself. "I-I still won’t beg..." she murmured, her voice barely audible. The session had dragged on for a grueling fifteen minutes, pushing her to the limits of her endurance.

Winter's grin grew wider, his eyes glinting maliciously. He hadn’t expected such resilience from the fiery Rogue. He decided to switch tactics and see how much more she could take. With a flick of his tail, the tendrils released their hold on her ears and wrapped around her arms and thighs, hoisting her into the air. Despite her protests, her body responded to the new sensations, arching and writhing against the restraint.

Before she could react, another tendril shot out from between his legs, heading straight for her gaping mouth. "Mmnng!" she choked out as it forced its way down her throat, stretching her even further. The tendril moved with purpose, filling her until she couldn’t take anymore, creating a bulge in her neck. Despite her fierce resistance, Cobra felt her body betraying her, her skin prickling with delight as the tendril explored her in a way that was both terrifying and exhilarating.

With astonishing speed, the tendril propelled itself through her entire body and emerged from her, arching gracefully around towards her pussy as it thickened in size. It then began to advance up her vaginal cavity, causing Cobra's eyes to widen and her breath to hitch. The sensation was overwhelming as it filled her, stretching and probing every inch of her sensitive inner walls. "Mmrrgph~" she groaned, her body instinctively clutching the thick intrusion as it grew larger and more demanding, eliciting a deep, primal response from her core. Her scales shivered with pleasure, though she remained determined to resist the onslaught of pleasure.

As the tendril continued its relentless upward journey through her sex, it eventually pierced the barrier of her womb, setting off a cacophony of sensations that left her trembling and weak. It began to thrust wildly within her, the pressure and movement causing her to arch her back and her tail to thump the floor beneath her. In the midst of this, she caught sight of Winter's impressive cock, now perfectly aligned with her ear. "If you give in now," he murmured seductively, "you could have this all day, every day, with all different tribes. I know you want it, Cobra." His voice was like a siren's song, tempting and irresistible, resonating through her very being.

Cobra felt the tendril's relentless pummeling deep within her, reaching places she never knew existed. Her mind reeled as the pleasure grew more intense with each thrust. Then, with a sudden, jolting motion, Winter pushed his cock into her ear, invading her sanctum with a force that sent shockwaves through her consciousness. She screamed inwardly, her body convulsing around the tentacle in her pussy as her ear was ravaged by the thick, dragon-sized member. Her pussy responded with a flood of wetness, coating the tendrils as they pumped in and out of her, the sound of her juices squelching and her moans echoing through the room.

Winter's deep, rhythmic thrusts filled her ear, his shaft sliding in and out with an ease that spoke of his vast experience. Cobra's eyes rolled back in her head as she struggled to maintain her sanity amidst the torrent of sensations. Her body, though, had a mind of its own, succumbing to the relentless pleasure as she moaned and writhed in response to his dominance. Each time he spoke, his words burrowed deeper into her psyche, planting seeds of desire that grew with every beat of her racing heart. Her resolve was crumbling, and she knew that she would not be able to hold out much longer against the tantalizing offer he presented.

The feeling of being used and filled so completely was almost too much for her to bear, yet it was exactly what she craved. Her body was a writhing mess of pleasure, her scales slick with sweat and her pussy pulsing around the invading tendril. She could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building, one that threatened to shatter her very core. Winter's cock in her ear sent waves of pleasure through her skull, mingling with the sensations from below. The thought of being at the mercy of such powerful and diverse creatures, her body a playground for their desires, was intoxicating.

Winter's thick, scaly tendril thrusts even deeper into Cobra's ear, his icy-blue eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "No, tell me, how does that feel, you stupid whore?" he demands, his voice a low, menacing rumble. Despite the pain, Cobra's body quivers with pleasure, her eyes rolling back in her head as she feels herself being rewired, her very essence bending to his will.

Her body is a symphony of sensations, every inch of her filled with either tendril or dragon cock. The tendrils slither through her body, stretching her tight pussy and coiling around her spine, sending waves of euphoria crashing through her. Winter's shaft is a blunt force in her ear, his thrusts growing more violent with each passing moment. "I-it feels so good...!" she screams, her voice a mix of pleasure and pain. "It feels like your cock is going to split me in two!"

Cobra's mind is a whirlwind of desire, her thoughts fragmented and overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure. She can't believe she's begging for more, that she's become nothing more than a plaything for the IceWing king. "I love it! I love being filled! I love it...MASTER!" she wails, her voice echoing through the chamber.

With a cruel laugh, Winter withdraws everything from her, leaving Cobra's body feeling empty and desperate. She collapses to the cold stone floor, her body trembling uncontrollably. "But it won't just be my cum," he says, a smug smirk playing on his lips. He holds out a ring that seems to pulse with a sinister energy. "Lynx, come here and finish off this slut for me," he commands, tossing the ring to the eager SandWing.

Cobra's eyes follow the ring, her mind racing with anticipation for the next round of degradation. Her body is a mess, her holes gaping and weeping, her mouth open in a silent plea for more. She doesn't dare question what the ring could be for.

Lynx approaches with a predatory grace, her eyes wide with excitement. "What's this?" she asks, her voice thick with lust. She takes the ring from Winter's talon, her eyes never leaving his. "I hope it makes this slut beg for both of us," she purrs, slipping the ring onto her finger.

The moment the ring touches her skin, she feels a strange, warm sensation spreading through her. Her body convulses, and she looks down to see a thick, veiny cock and a pair of heavy balls growing from her groin. Her eyes widen in shock, but the look on Winter's face tells her he had planned this all along. "Now, we can penetrate this slut from both sides," he says, his smile widening. "Which end do you want?"

He moaned deeply as a cock grew above her, thick and pulsating with desire, just like her lovers' had always been. She panted heavily, a smirk dancing across her lips, and then began to crawl around on her hands and knees. Gripping Cobra’s firm, muscular rear with her clawed fingers, she whispered seductively, “I want this ass to know who truly owns it. You can give her the pussy later, after we fill these two holes first, my love~”

"Alright, you take her pussy, and I will take her mouth," he said with a wicked grin, as he crawled up to Cobra's eager, open mouth. He looked down at her with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Besides, I bet she can't wait to feel the fullness of being double penetrated, can you slut?"

Cobra nodded slowly, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Yes, Master. I crave two colossal cocks inside me, stretching me and filling me with your hot cum!” she begged, her voice trembling with need as she offered herself up to them.

Lynx, her eyes never leaving Cobra’s, lined up her own massive, throbbing member and pushed it into the dragoness’s tight, quivering ass. Cobra's body jolted at the sudden intrusion, her eyes rolling back in ecstasy as she felt herself being filled so completely. "Oh, what an exquisite fucking creature you are," Lynx growled, relishing the way Cobra’s insides clenched around her shaft. She began to thrust, her movements deep and powerful.

Meanwhile, Winter had positioned himself in front of Cobra, his own substantial cock jutting out before him. Without a moment’s hesitation, he shoved it down her throat, ignoring her gagging sounds. He knew she could handle it, and he had every intention of making her do just that. He started to pound her mercilessly, his hips slamming against her face. Despite the roughness, Cobra reveled in the sensation, her body responding instinctively to the dual assault.

The room was filled with the sounds of wet, carnally driven flesh slapping together, as well as the muffled cries of pleasure from Cobra's throat. Her eyes watered around Winter's cock, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she embraced her role as the submissive plaything of the two royals, her entire body quivering with the intense pleasure of being used so completely.

The scent of arousal grew stronger as the three of them continued, their movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. Cobra's body was a canvas of ecstasy, her moans and whimpers echoing off the walls as she was stretched and filled beyond what she had ever imagined possible. The two dragons above her took no mercy, their own desires driving them to claim her fully, to leave their mark on her in the most primal way.

And all the while, Cobra begged for more, her mind a haze of lust and submission. She was theirs to use, theirs to pleasure, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Her thoughts were lost to the overwhelming sensations of her body being claimed by two powerful, dominant individuals.

Winter watched Cobra's face contort around his cock, her eyes watering with each thrust. He smirked, knowing that she enjoyed the feeling of being used so completely. He leaned in, his breath hot against her cheek, and whispered, "Tell me, slut, how different does the dick feel when it's in your mouth compared to your tight little cunt?"

Cobra could feel her neck stretch and bulge as Winter’s massive, pulsing cock pushed its way down her throat, reaching all the way to her stomach with each powerful thrust. Lynx mirrored the intensity, her own cock plunging deep into Cobra's eager ass, their hips slapping together in a frenzied rhythm. Cobra’s voluptuous, human-like ass cheeks clung to Lynx's shaft as it disappeared within her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room with every passionate collision. "Nnng, it feels so incredible, my love! I feel so powerful, like I could conquer the world with just my allure!" Cobra's words were muffled by the thick appendage invading her mouth, but her eyes shone with pure ecstasy.

Winter's hips pistoned as he delivered his deep, relentless strokes into Cobra’s throat, his gaze fixed on the mesmerizing bounce of the two dragonesses' breasts. "Remember, Lynx," he panted, "this power is a gift from me, for you to use only when absolutely necessary—like disciplining whores like this one!"

With a grunt of determination, Lynx grabbed hold of Cobra’s tail, pulling her onto her Icewing cock with a vicious snarl. The frustration of not being able to keep the cock permanently and the restriction of not pegging males for any reason other than punishing sluts was palpable, but she channeled it into her movements, driving deeper and faster into the SandWing's welcoming body. She watched as Cobra’s eyes rolled back in pleasure, the sand-colored scales on her back quivering with each punishing thrust.

Winter stood up abruptly, gesturing for Lynx to follow suit. Together, they levitated Cobra in mid-air, her body suspended by the sheer force of their cocks impaling her from both ends. His own orgasm was approaching rapidly, and the sight of Cobra's plump form stretched and filled by their combined efforts sent him over the edge. "How much longer can you last, love?" he growled, his own voice thick with need.

Cobra's eyes widened in shock as she felt herself lifted off the ground, supported only by the iron-hard members embedded within her. Lynx took the cue, her talons digging into the flesh of Cobra’s ass as she pounded away, feeling the pressure of her own climax building. "Fuck, baby! I feel so full! I'm going to fill this slut's guts with your cum!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of pleasure and aggression. With a final, desperate yank on Cobra’s tail, she buried her cock as deep as it would go, the scales around her shaft stretching and popping as the orgasm crashed over her.

Winter pinned the SandWing slut beneath him, his powerful hips driving into her with a relentless rhythm that echoed through the chamber. "Then get ready to release it, love," he growled, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her body. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried his cock as deep as it would go, the tip brushing against her innermost walls, and began to pump his cum into her, filling her to the brim.

Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as she felt the hot flood of his seed fill her up. "Come babe, fill the slut up with me," he urged, his breath hot against her ear.

With a gasp, she felt the intense contractions of his cock, pulsing with his release. Her own orgasm followed swiftly, her body convulsing around him as he filled her completely.

"Gah! Oh it's so good, Winter!" she screamed, the coldness of his cum mixing with the heat of her own arousal, sending shockwaves through her body.

Cobra lay beneath Lynx, her body a wrecked mess of pleasure and pain. The latter's eyes rolled back as her belly swelled dramatically, the weight of the cum causing her to sink into the bedsheets as if they were water. Lynx continued his assault, giving half-thrusts into their shared dragoness, his own pleasure evident in the low, guttural noises he made as he fucked her mercilessly.

"So do you think a cock or a pussy feels better?" Winter asked Lynx, his own breaths coming in short, ragged gasps.

Her orgasm was a drawn-out affair, lasting much longer than Winter's and filling her with almost twice as much cum. "O-oh, honey," she panted, her talons gently caressing the bloated belly that was now a symbol of her submission. "That was absolutely wonderful, love. But, I do still want to be a female at heart. But, do you think I could have it in case I need to punish a slave for their actions?" she questioned, glancing up at him with a hint of mischief in her gaze.

Withdrawing from their shared plaything, Winter leaned over and kissed her tenderly. "Yes, of course you can have it, my love. But remember, you only have authorization to use it to punish female sluts," he said, his voice soft and loving. His expression grew stern as he continued, "If I find out you've used it for other purposes, you will be severely punished. I know all of your weaknesses," he warned, his eyes holding hers in a serious gaze.

With a sigh of resignation, she extracted herself from Cobra as Winter’s cock began to wilt and clean itself of the last traces of semen. She couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration; it was a common theme in her life that females were the only ones who could truly reach satisfaction, while the males remained perpetually eager for more. Winter's unyielding voice, however, brooked no argument. "Fine, honey," she conceded, her eyes gleaming with mischief as she clutched at her now flaccid member. "But what do we do with this used condom?" she inquired, playfully slapping Cobra's cheeks with the sheath of rubber, watching them jiggle under her touch.

Winter's commanding presence filled the room as he addressed the sluts. "Now, now, everyone to the front and center, immediately!" His stern tone echoed through the chamber, and even the most stoic of the sluts couldn't help but quiver in anticipation of what was to come.

Moon watched as Cobra was unceremoniously dragged from the room, her bloated figure leaving an indelible impression on the doorframe as she passed through. She sighed, feeling a twinge of pity for the newest member of their group, who had yet to understand the gravity of their situation. As for herself, she had slipped the enchanted ring off her finger, and her cock had vanished as quickly as it had appeared, leaving behind the soft, welcoming folds of her pussy. The sight of it made her heart race with excitement.

When Winter entered the slut chamber, all the sluts ceased their activities and snapped to attention, their breasts and buttocks jiggling slightly as they rushed to obey his command. Moon noticed the flicker of fear in Nessy's eyes as she stepped forward to confess her failure. "Master, I'm so sorry. I don't know how it happened. I'll do anything to make it right."

Winter's gaze swept over the trembling Nessy before landing on Moon. "You're quite fortunate, Moon. My queen does not hold you responsible for this unfortunate event. However, I expect the one who caused it to own up to their actions." His eyes bore into each of the sluts, searching for the culprit.

Moon felt a pang of relief that the queen's wrath wasn't falling upon her tonight. But she couldn't help the tension that grew as the room's attention turned to Nessy. The slut had a reputation for being the one who was often at the receiving end of punishment, not the one who doled it out.

Nessy stepped forward, her head bowed in shame. "Master, I know I'm not worthy to be among your main sluts. I've failed you time and again, but I swear, I'll do whatever it takes to redeem myself," she pleaded, her voice shaking with fear and desperation.

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"Everyone else is dismissed," he announced firmly. Nessy, feeling a mix of dread and excitement, followed him into a private chamber. The room was dimly lit, its walls adorned with an assortment of chains and leather straps. In the center stood a formidable bondage table, flanked by a fucking machine that hummed ominously in the shadows.

Winter faced her, his eyes raking over her trembling form. "I chose you to be my slut because of your body, and nothing else," he said, his voice a cold caress. "Your well-being is of no concern to me, as long as your body remains... appealing." His gaze was unwavering, his intent clear.

He took a deep, purposeful breath, his chest rising and falling with the weight of his words. "It doesn't matter how many times you fail me," he continued, his tone a mix of challenge and anticipation. "What matters is whether you can endure all the punishments I have in store for you." The room seemed to tighten around them, the very air thick with the promise of unspeakable delights and painful retribution.

She nodded slowly, fear flooding her thoughts as she trailed behind Winter to the unexplored chamber of the sex dungeon. The sight of the room and its contents filled her with a profound sense of trepidation, as she had never laid eyes on such a place before. The array of instruments and devices only heightened her apprehension, leaving her to ponder the extent of physical torment and endurance her body would be subjected to. Upon hearing Winter's explanation that only her body and resilience held significance, not her intellect or vocal protests, she realized the role expected of her was that of a submissive, mindless creature, merely existing to satisfy the whims of her master.

"Yes, I can, Master," she murmured, her voice quivering with a mix of anticipation and dread. "I will endure everything you bestow upon me, regardless of its severity." Her words hung in the air, a solemn declaration of her willingness to become a silent receptacle for his desires, a living embodiment of the archetypal slut, devoid of thought or voice, existing solely to be used and dominated.

Something within Winter snapped, and he abruptly grabbed her throat, his grip tightening. He threw her down onto one of the flat, cold bondage tables with a thud, the metal surface stark against her scales. Without wasting a moment, he secured her arms and legs, stretching them out in a star shape, rendering her completely immobile. "Be prepared for the worst punishment of your life," he growled menacingly, now standing atop her chest, his weight pressing down on her breasts as she struggled to breathe beneath his dominance.

"Grrlk!" Nessy exclaimed as she struggled to pull away from Winter's grip, but her efforts were futile. In a swift and decisive movement, Winter flung her onto a sturdy bondage table, designed for scenarios like this. Nessy felt the cold, unyielding surface beneath her as Winter's strong arms secured her limbs, each one pulled taut and tied down firmly, leaving her in a spread eagle position. A final strap was fastened across her neck, not constrictively, but ensuring she remained in place, fully exposed and vulnerable to whatever was to come. Her eyes widened with a mix of fear and anticipation as she gasped for air, the sound of her own breathing echoing in the dimly lit room.

Winter, seemingly unfazed by Nessy's plight, took a moment to admire his handiwork before deciding to add a little more... pressure to the situation. With a smirk, he placed one foot on top of Nessy's generous chest, the weight of her body pressing down on the soft mounds of her breasts. The pressure was intense, and Nessy couldn't help but let out a low moan of discomfort. "Ahh! Hrrng!" she groaned, her body straining against the restraints as she felt the sensation of Winter's foot sinking into her flesh. The squish and wiggle of her breasts under the pressure was a strange mix of painful and arousing, eliciting a response she hadn't quite anticipated. Her cheeks flushed red with a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

Winter removed himself from her and prepared both of his erect members, regarding her as if she were merely an object of his desire. He placed a blindfold over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. Next, he tightened the restraint around her wrists and ankles to a painful degree, cutting off almost all circulation. "Are you ready, you stupid whore?" he growled, his voice thick with anticipation.

Breathing heavily, she felt a shiver run down her spine as Winter stepped away. He lined his cocks up with her vulnerable openings, and she was acutely aware that he was about to subject her to a pleasurably destructive experience. Her vision began to darken, and the pain from the tight restraints caused her talons to ache, threatening to give way. Despite her discomfort, she managed to whimper and nod in submission, understanding that if she were to protest, Winter would only intensify her ordeal. "I'm ready, Master," she murmured, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I'm ready to be ruined..."

Instead of one cock entering each hole, both of his cocks were pushed deep into her pussy simultaneously. He began to thrust mercilessly, not even pausing to allow her to understand what was happening. Before she could fully comprehend the sensation, he continued to pound her vigorously, ensuring that she remained in a state of intense discomfort.

"GAHHHH!" She screamed in agony as her pussy tore open, the bulge in her belly propelled rapidly through her body by an unseen force. She struggled fiercely against the constraints of the ropes, gritting her teeth as she felt searing pain with every futile attempt to move her claws or arms. Despite her efforts to remain silent, she couldn't hold back the screams and sobs that accompanied the relentless destruction of her body at the hands of Winter's colossal thrusts. Any semblance of pleasure was utterly eclipsed by the intensity of her pain.

Winter's hand connected with a firm slap to her face as he continued to thrust into her without any sign of relenting. His attention was solely focused on the intense pleasure her tight, wet pussy brought him, despite the discomfort he was experiencing. "You will moan and beg like the slut that you are," he growled, the frigidness of his cock starkly contrasting with the warm, slick embrace of her inner folds, "or I will just keep this pace up."

Winter's hand firmly slapped her face, and he continued to drive into her without any intention of letting up. His eyes remained locked on hers, his expression one of unbridled lust. The chill of his skin against her flushed cheek was a stark contrast to the scalding heat of his cock, which remained relentless in its pursuit of pleasure. He spoke through gritted teeth, "You will moan and beg for more, like the slut you truly are," the iciness of his cock starkly juxtaposed with the warm, slick embrace of her pussy, "or I will maintain this exact pace."

The young dragoness yelped as the spank resounded, her body a canvas of burning and stinging sensations. Despite the discomfort, she felt a small spark of pleasure from the relentless thrusting in her womb. Determined to adhere to her Master's commands, she took a deep breath and shouted, "Ahh! HaHh! AH! P-please, Master, I want you to use my pussy until I can't walk anymore. I want to serve as an example of disobedience. I'm just a stupid fucking slut that deserves everything you do to me!" Her voice grew more desperate as her ravaged walls clenched and squeezed around the two massive invaders, each thrust pushing her cervix and womb to their limits. "NYAHHH!" she screamed, feeling the overwhelming pressure deep within her core.

Winter grunts, slapping her boobs hard enough to make them bounce side to side as he continues to rail her. Her entire body rocks back and forth as much as the binds will allow. Her tits bounce vigorously, smacking against her chin with each powerful thrust. "If you continue to mess up," she says firmly, her voice strained with the intensity of the moment, "I will implement a policy where you can only make a certain number of mistakes before you spend the day in here. If you mess up again after that, you will be sent straight to Auntie, and I will find a new MudWing slut."

Her breasts had turned a deep shade of red, the result of the vigorous slapping they had endured. They wobbled and quivered with each painful impact, her nipples puffy and erect as the soft flesh of her breasts collided with the harshness of her chin with a rhythmic slap-clap-slap. The new policy that Winter had implemented filled her with dread, as she grappled with the stark reality that Auklet had reached their limit. She reveled in the role of Winter's devoted sexual servant, understanding the necessity of consequences, but the looming threat of being replaced sent a shiver down her spine.

"Ah! I will never, ever—HAHH! I will never make a mistake again, Master!" she pleaded, her voice a symphony of pain and desire. "I'll do whatever you wish, exist solely for your commands, a mere plaything to be manipulated by your will. I am nothing but an object for your pleasure. Please, mete out my punishment, for it is through suffering that I may learn and grow!"

Her words hung in the air, a desperate mantra of submission and hope for redemption in the eyes of her master. The intensity of the scene painted a vivid picture of power dynamics and the depth of her commitment to the role she had accepted. The room itself seemed to echo with the force of her pledges, as if the very walls bore witness to her unwavering devotion.

"Now, worship your king like the God that I am," he declared, making it abundantly clear that he desired Phyrria to perceive him not merely as a ruler, but as a divine being who treads among mortals. His eyes blazed with a fiery intensity, and the muscles of his powerful form rippled with each driving thrust. The sound of his grunts and moans grew louder, resonating through the chamber as his mighty cocks throbbed and pulsed, steadfastly approaching the pinnacle of his pleasure. Each time he impaled her, the force of his hips brought him closer to the ultimate release, his passion unbridled and insatiable.

Nessy’s back arched as she came across his dicks, gripping his cock tightly. "AhHHH!" she moaned. "Y-you are a God, my King. You are higher than all the other dragons in this world!" Her ample breasts smothered her face, muffling her moans of pleasure and adoration for Winter's newfound dominance. She willingly embraced her punishment, a submissive smile playing on her lips. Because a good slut knew not to complain. "Master," she begged, "Punish me all you want. Mark me and break me!"

Winter leans forward, his eyes burning with possessive desire. He bites her neck with a feral growl, marking her as his to claim and use. Then, with a primal surge of power, he slams into her, driving his two cocks deep within her quivering body. Both his cocks begin to throb and pulse, erupting with a blast of icy cold cum that fills her to the brim. The sound of each powerful thrust echoes loudly throughout the room, a symphony of raw, animalistic passion. He continues to pump into her, the frigid semen painting her insides a stark white, leaving no doubt of his dominance. Her body trembles with every forceful entry, each pump a declaration of his ownership.

"She gasped," she moaned, "and roars filled the air as she felt utterly lifeless, her limbs numb with the intensity of the moment. His teeth sank deeper into her scales as he vigorously pumped his substantial load within her. The sound was unmistakable, each thrust producing a wet and heavy "GLRRP GLORP," a testament to the inflation of her belly.

Her insides were coated in the cold embrace of his semen, a chilling reminder of his dominance. Despite her womb being filled to capacity, Winter's magic held the excess, allowing it to expand and stretch her further. Her eyes rolled back in a mix of agony and ecstasy, her thighs quivering uncontrollably.

I am nothing, she thought, but a toy, a slave to his will.

Winter stops cumming and pulls out with her belly five times bigger than it was before he unbinds her. Despite her shaking legs, he forces her to stand. Then, he pulls her blindfold off. "Now get out of my sight and inform the other sluts of my new policy, Slut Nessy," he growls, crossing his arms.

Nessy gasps for air, the aftermath of the bite leaving her utterly drained, her bulging belly weighing her down and pressing her into the mattress. Despite the ropes being loosened, she feels as though her limbs are made of lead. With great effort, she manages to stand, letting out a sharp yelp as her weakened legs threaten to give way beneath her. Her swollen abdomen is so massive that it nearly scrapes the floor as she attempts to hold it up. She nods solemnly and waddles into the room, her movements sluggish as she tries to maintain balance. All the girls present, with the exception of Cobra, who remains a living waterbed, gaze at her protruding stomach in shock. She recites the policy to them in a shaky voice before shuffling over to the machine. With trembling hands, she secures the straps around her body and braces herself for the next round. Winter's cock toy, cold and unyielding, penetrates her anus, eliciting a muffled groan from the heavily pregnant girl.

Winter returned to his room, utterly exhausted and eagerly looking forward to some quality time with Lynx. His thoughts were filled with the plans he wanted to discuss regarding Pantalia tomorrow, but for now, he just desired to lay down in bed alongside his queen. As he approached the door, he hoped she wasn't overusing the ring he had given her. Carefully pushing the door open, he stepped inside and announced, "I'm back, my love~"

As Winter pushed the door open, Lynx had already replaced the ring, yet her member was no longer erect, instead resting flaccid between her legs. She gazed at it with a fond smile, seemingly lost in the novelty of the transformation. "Oh, hello darling," she greeted him, noticing his weariness. "I heard quite a commotion out here. What's been going on?" With genuine concern etched on her features, she removed the ring from her hand and extended her arms to him, an invitation to find comfort in her embrace. "You look utterly exhausted. What happened?" Her voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the earlier cacophony of passionate sounds that had echoed through the other room.

He sighs deeply and practically falls on top of her, humming contently as he feels her breasts press against his strong chest. He tenderly wraps his arms around her. "I just punished Newsy, is all," he murmurs. "How are the eggs doing?" He glances over to the nest in the corner of their room.

"Oof!" She exclaimed softly, her body jolting slightly as her King's weight settled on top of her. He nuzzled his face gently between her breasts, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. "Ah, I see," she murmured, her eyes fluttering closed for a brief moment before they opened again to gaze at the small mark marring the delicate skin of her wing. "It really wasn't that big of a deal, honey," she assured him, her voice soothing despite the hint of pain in her expression. She then looked up at him with curiosity. "Did you enchant them to hatch sooner, or did you do something else to ensure their well-being?" she asked, a touch of wonder in her tone.

"Yes," he affirmed, his voice conveying the gravity of the situation, "I did, and it's the principle that matters, not the severity. If the others perceive that Nessy has escaped unpunished, they might grow bolder in defying my authority." His expression remained serious as he gently nuzzled her neck with his nose, inhaling her captivating scent, which only reinforced the sense of possession he felt towards her. His eyes searched hers for understanding, his concern for maintaining order and respect within their group palpable. "I'm stomping out these embers before they can flicker into a flame," he finished, his voice a low murmur against her skin.

All of that did make sense to her, and she nodded. "I completely understand, my love," she said softly. "I know you don't want anyone to hurt me." She wrapped her arms around his body and gently pulled him closer, so she could take in his comforting scent. Looking up at him with a blush of her own, she hesitated before continuing, "Hey, honey, do you think maybe one day, or maybe soon, you could...um..." He blushed even deeper, sensing her shyness. She took a deep breath and whispered, "You could be underneath me, and I could sit on your face?" Quickly, she added expecting to be denied, "But if you don't want to, I understand!"

Winter gazed at her with a smirk. "Oh? Is my queen attempting to be dominant with me?" he asked playfully, noticing the charming blue blush that had spread across her cheeks.

"I know you are always in charge," she whispered sweetly, "but wouldn't it feel great to be surrounded by my warmth and love?" She gently cupped his cheeks, looking up at him with her big, puppy-dog eyes. "I did it to the sluts when you were gone sometimes, and I even asked Auklet if she could do it to me. I gave her an amazing reward, and she said it was incredible. I just want to share that experience with you, honey," she pleaded, her voice soft and persuasive. "Please?"

Winter gazed at his queen for a moment. The first dragon in years he had come to love and sighed. "I will think about it," he said with a hint of hesitation, his eyes searching hers for a hint of her thoughts. Then, as if driven by an uncontrollable desire, he abruptly pulled her in for a deep and passionate kiss. He held her close to his body, eager to savor every sensation she had to offer. From the feel of her soft, supple breasts pressed against his chest to the coolness of her full lips, he was captivated. And as their kiss grew more intense, he couldn't resist the urge to delve further. He parted her lips with his own and thrust his tongue into her mouth, seeking the coolness and wetness within. Her long, forked tongue met his, dancing together in a sensual ballet that only served to stoke the fires of their passion.

"Thank you," she began to murmur, only to have her words abruptly cut off by Winter's insistent kiss. He was clearly in the mood for an intimate moment, and she found herself more than willing to oblige. Her eyes closed in delight as she felt his mouth claim hers. She responded eagerly, her hands gripping his broad shoulders and pressing her soft, rounded breasts into his firm chest. Their tongues met in a passionate dance, exploring and tasting each other's mouths with an enthusiasm that left them both breathless. Her moan, a mix of pleasure and surprise, vibrated against his lips. "Mmm~ rrrmph wrrrlrmr~" she managed to pant, the sound muffled by their deepening kiss. Instinctively, she curled her tail around his, guiding it gently towards the cold, damp folds between her legs.

Winter tightens her grip on his tail and halts her movements. As much as he loved her, he wasn't in the mood for any more sexual activities, but he continued to kiss her passionately, swirling his tongue around hers. He tenderly massages her back, holding her close to his chest as if she's the most precious diamond in existence, which indeed she is to him. She sparkles with a beauty that outshines even the moons themselves.

"Mmrrph!" She squeaks as Winter tightens his grip on her tail, indicating that he doesn't wish to engage in any intimate activity at the moment. Understanding his nonverbal cue, she continues with the kiss, her eyes closed in a blissful embrace. Their tongues dance together, and she feels the cold of his breath mingling with hers. Despite the lack of physical intimacy, she finds comfort in the tender interaction. Her face is flushed a deep blue of a blush, and she cuddles closer to him, her body fitting against his muscular form like a well-loved stuffed animal snuggled into the crook of an arm during a chilly night. "Mmm~" she murmurs contentedly.

Winter's cold breath receded, leaving a fine mist of saliva between them as he panted lightly. He gazed affectionately at his queen and gently stroked her cheek with a warm smile. "You're so cute when you blush," he murmured.

Her face turns a deep shade of blue, approaching violet, as she averts her gaze. She speaks in a tremulous voice, mimicking the heavy breathing of her lover. "Just think about it, okay?" she pleads, referring to their earlier conversation. She buried her head in the comfort of his muscular chest.

He gently grabbed her chin and lifted it slightly so he could gaze into her eyes. Carefully, he wrapped his wings around her, enveloping her in a protective embrace as if she were a delicate flower that he cherished deeply.

She met her King's eyes, and as his wings wrapped gently around her, she felt an overwhelming sense of comfort and belonging. For countless moons, she vowed to never leave his side; he was flawless in every conceivable way. With a contented sigh, she nestled herself against him, finding refuge in the coolness and security of his embrace. He looked down at her, his gaze filled with affection and curiosity. "Do you have any plans for the week?" she inquired.

"Vulture will be here tomorrow," Winter announced with a firm voice, his expression unwavering. "I've already dispatched a messenger to ensure he doesn't forget. Once he arrives, it will be your responsibility to keep him in check," she continued, his gaze piercing Lynx's eyes. "I don't trust him not to attempt to usurp power."

Winter's words hung heavily in the air, a clear instruction and warning. Lynx nodded solemnly, fully understanding the gravity of the situation. She knew that using her magical ring to influence the Vulture would not be an option; there would be severe repercussions if she were to do so. The trust that Winter had placed in her was paramount, and she would not dare risk it by taking matters into her own hands.

The tension between them grew palpable as they both contemplated the delicate balance of power and the potential threat that the Vulture's visit posed. Lynx knew that she would have to be vigilant and strategic in her interactions with this dragon, ensuring that his intentions remained transparent and his actions did not cross any lines that could compromise their position. She felt the weight of the responsibility settling on her shoulders, but she was ready to face the challenge head-on.

"I understand, Winter," Lynx responded, her voice steady. "I will not fail you in this."

Winter offered a small, approving nod before returning to her preparations. The castle buzzed with anticipation as whispers of the Vulture's impending arrival spread among the inhabitants. It was a day that would require tact and caution, and Lynx knew that every move she made would be under scrutiny. As the shadows grew longer and the light of the setting sun painted the stone walls with a warm glow, she steeled herself for the trials that lay ahead.

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Winter returned to their chambers after the sun had set. He knew he had to ensure all final preparations were in order before Vulture's impending arrival. Settling into bed, he cuddled up with Lynx, his hands resting gently around her. "Everything is in order," he whispered reassuringly. "Goodnight, my queen. I know you won't fail me." With a comforting smile, he placed a tender kiss on the top of her head before closing his eyes and allowing himself to drift into a peaceful slumber.

"Goodnight, honey," she said softly, wrapping her wings gently around her lover. She closed her eyes slowly, and a mischievous smile danced on her lips. Dreams began to unfurl in her mind, painting vivid images of a world where she could control the size of her bottom. It grew larger in her imagination, a powerful and dominating force that could easily overwhelm anyone who dared to cross her path. In these fantasies, she envisioned herself using her voluptuous asset to maintain discipline and order, particularly with her servants. If her servants were ever disobedient, she mused, a simple expansion of her derrière could serve as a swift and effective punishment, trapping the rebellious servants within its enveloping embrace. The thought brought a warm, contented glow to her cheeks, and she snuggled closer to her partner, the dreams of her imposing figure keeping her amused until sleep finally claimed her.

Winter awakens to the cacophony of a familiar sandwing crime lord and his slut master, Moon and Broodmaster Auklet, engaged in a heated argument. He rises from his slumber with an exasperated groan and makes his way to the throne room, attempting to maintain a low profile so as not to disturb his queen. Upon entering, he demands, "What's going on here?!" eagerly awaiting an explanation for the commotion.

"Your Royal Highness," Auklet announced, her voice steady yet firm, "this individual has disregarded the protocol to not disturb your slumber." She cracked her whip in the air, and Vulture took a cautious step back, raising his talon in a defensive gesture.

"Now, now," he replied, his tone an attempt at nonchalance. "Let's not jump to conclusions. Your Highness, I was merely taking a leisurely stroll through the palace to observe the splendid work that has been completed under your rule."

Yet, the look in his eyes suggested that he was aware neither the King nor Moon would be fooled by his words. The tension between them grew palpable, the silence stretching as each awaited the other's next move.

Moon was about to speak, "Why you little fucking—!"

Winter interrupted with a sharp, "SILENCE!" As he took his seat upon the icy throne, his talons flexing with impatience, he waved Auklet and Moon away with a dismissive gesture. The two of them nodded, sharing a hushed conversation that ended with Moon's mischievous giggle as they exited the grand chamber.

Turning his piercing gaze to Vulture, who stood before him, Winter asked critically, "What are you really doing here, especially before I wake?" He had a way of discerning truth from deceit, and he would not tolerate any falsehoods.

Vulture's voice rumbled with a growl, conveying the gravity of his admission. "I was exploring the vast corridors of the palace," he said, his eyes darting around nervously, "but I must admit, I had an additional motive. The males of our clan were enraged when Cobra was taken from us. They discussed the possibility of retaliation, planning to seize the palace's female inhabitants to replace her."

Instead of Winter getting furious as one would expect he smirked, his eyes gleaming with a knowing expression. "And what would that spell for the den?" He asks, his voice carrying the weight of the question. "I have all the armies of Pyrrhia under my command. Surely, someone of your intelligence would understand the implications of those actions." He pauses, allowing the gravity of his words to sink in before continuing, "Consider the consequences before you act." His tone is low and even, a clear warning not to underestimate his power.

Vulture nodded solemnly. "Indeed, it would not be good," he acknowledged, his gaze reflecting the gravity of the situation. "It appears that lust is slowly but surely consuming the continent, and as a result, our collective focus has strayed from where most are used to." He paused, contemplating the implications of his own words before continuing, "Our thoughts and actions are no longer aligned with the virtues that once guided us." His voice grew stronger, filled with determination. "So it is up to dragons like us to adapt and think through the lust" Vulture stated as a way to ease the tension between them.

Winter paused briefly before responding. "I am not intending to act as a tyrant to those who remain loyal to me," he said, his voice measured and firm. His expression softened, and a small smile graced his features. "If you find yourself in need of additional sandwing females for your... entertainment, I shall be more than happy to accommodate your requests."

Vulture was caught off guard by the unexpected benevolence in Winter's tone. It dawned on him that perhaps he had misjudged the king. Winter's smile grew wider, a knowing look in his eyes as he continued, "However, I do reserve the right to claim the royal sluts are mine to keep. And as for the current queens," he mused, his gaze drifting off thoughtfully, "I suspect their status may change in the not-so-distant future."

He chuckled warmly. "Thank you, Your Majesty," he said, his eyes gleaming with genuine appreciation. He paused for a moment, reflecting on his previous assumptions. "I had indeed anticipated that this alliance would serve as a mere demonstration of your power, and that you would exploit us for your own self-centered purposes. It appears I have misjudged the situation."

Winter grins, feeling satisfied with the deal they've made. "Very well," he says, "I will not only agree to your terms, but I will exceed them. I shall personally inform Thorn of this arrangement and allow you to select some Sandwing females from the stronghold for your soldiers to indulge with." His eyes glint with mischief as he seals the pact.

"Oh," he murmured with a sly smile, "whores from the palace, on Thorn's property." He paused for a moment, savoring the words. "Yes, I will take that proposition. But, I do have one more request." He was about to elaborate when the grand throne doors swung open, and Lynx entered with her characteristic icy grace.

Winter's smile broadened. "Ah, just in time. Vulture, may I present to you your queen: Lynx of the Icewings," he announced with a hint of satisfaction in his voice.

"My Queen," Vulture acknowledged with a respectful bow, "thank you for gracing me with your beauty."

Lynx strutted over to the crime boss, exuding confidence. She gazed down at him with a playful smirk before leaning closer to Winter and whispering, "Could you give me a massive ice tail to overwhelm him, darling? I think it'll be quite entertaining."

Winter firmly said no to Lynx, which elicited a playful whine from her. He then gestured for her to sit in his lap while simultaneously listening to Vulture's other request. "What is your other request, Vulture?" he inquired, gently placing an arm around Lynx's waist to comfort her.

"Well, Thorn and I have been rather at odds," he explained, pausing as he noticed Lynx feline movements grew more sensual towards her king. She gracefully ground her hips along his thighs. "But I don’t think we’ll have to worry about that anymore." He took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure. "And I believe by combining the Den and her palace, we could form a powerful alliance," he suggested, his eyes never leaving Winter’s, filled with hope and anticipation.

Winter considered the situation, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "It's a possibility," he said, "but the queens are currently managing their own territories. You would need to discuss it with her directly." He paused, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "As for the intimate aspect," he continued, "that is a decision she must make herself. I will not compel any queen to enter a loveless union." He could sense Lynx's excitement growing, as she too smiled in anticipation of the private 'conversation' to come.

"I understand that," he said. "I'm not actually looking forward to mating with Thorn, but rather to enhance our alliance so we can exchange resources more effectively." He offered a brief explanation, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of strategy. "And, for purely entertaining reasons, Thorn has always been an elusive and intelligent dragoness, which I find quite alluring." With a respectful nod to the royal couple, he continued, "Naturally, Your Majesties."

“Enough of this” Winter dismissed. “Lynx needs to speak with you Privately about our future alliance.”

Vulture nodded and bowed as Lynx gracefully rose from Winter's embrace, she leaned in to plant a soft kiss upon his cheek. He watched her retreating figure as she sashayed towards the entrance of the sex dungeon, her hips swaying enticingly. Her tail swished playfully from side to side, and her voluptuous breasts bounced gently with each step she took. Her confidence was palpable in the air, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind about her intentions.
ample breasts jiggled with each step she took, and her voluptuous backside bounced enticingly, leaving no doubt about the nature of her intentions. The mischievous smirk playing on her lips only served to amplify the provocative scene she was setting.

Lynx shut the door with a soft click as Vulture stepped into the dimly lit sex dungeon. She moved with a deliberate, sultry gait, placing one foot in front of the other, her hips rolling in a mesmerizing rhythm. Her ample breasts, unrestrained by clothing, danced and swayed with each step she took, drawing the rapt attention of the Sandwing who was already visibly affected by her allure. Vulture's gaze remained steadfastly on the Queen, drinking in every nuance of her seductive performance. His eyes traced the curves of her body, following the tantalizing path they created as she approached him, her movements oozing confidence and desire.

Upon reaching him, she smirked seductively and placed one hand on his chest, while the other began to glide up towards his neck. His body shuddered from the coolness of her touch. "Now, it's just you and me, big boy," she whispered, her voice taking on a playfully dominant tone. "Have you ever been inside an Icewing before?" She reveled in the feeling of dominance over other dragons, a luxury she couldn't often indulge in with Winter. These moments allowed her to unleash her inner power and enjoy herself to the fullest.

He exhaled heavily as she began to touch him, her cold hand sliding up to his neck. She gently clawed at his skin, and he hissed in pleasure. "No, I have not, Your Royal Highness," he murmured. "I imagine the temperature contrast would be quite uncomfortable with my... aroused state. But I've made others scream with delight before." His voice was seductive and low, his talons gliding around her body and giving her buttocks a firm squeeze. "I hope to do the same for you," he continued, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Lynx closed her eyes and feigned a submissive shudder, her actions calculated to entice him further. She slowly guided him towards the bed, her back still to him, pressing her ample breasts against his chest. The warmth that emanated from their bodies was indeed delightful to her.

"Mmm, I'm sure you could, big boy," she purred seductively, pausing for a moment to let her words sink in. Then, in a sudden shift of power dynamics, she pushed him firmly onto the bed, his back now flat against the mattress. With surprising agility, she straddled him, her wet pussy sliding along his growing erection, eliciting a low groan from him.

A dominant smirk curled on her lips as she leaned in, her voice taking on a more commanding tone. "But let's get one thing straight," she declared, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. "I'm in charge here."

He smirked at her, his eyes gleaming with mischief as she shuddered. He gently patted her buttocks without delivering a slap, mindful of her regal status. "Hmm, and what's that~?" He leaned in, his grin widening as he playfully reached out to grab her face. However, before he could make contact, Lynx abruptly pushed him down onto the soft, velvety bed with surprising strength. She sat astride him, her cold, bare scales pressing down with a thump that resonated through his body. Her actions sent a jolt of excitement coursing through his veins as she began to grind her snatch against his burgeoning arousal. The sudden contrast in temperature made him hiss, his body reacting to the icy sensation against his warming flesh. "Rrrr, fine!" he exclaimed, his voice a mix of pleasure and challenge. "You should be grateful. If you were just any other dragon, I'd have you with ten MudWings right now!"

She growled and slapped his face hard. "You will not speak to your queen like that," she exclaimed, "and I will fuck that defiance out of you, whether you like it or not!" She slammed herself down on his warm SandWing cock, barely making a moan despite his big, bad attitude. His dick was one of the smallest she had ever encountered, and it barely filled her up. She clenched down on his cock, knowing exactly how sensitive SandWings are.

Then, she began bouncing so fast that her breasts jiggled and smacked against her chest. She breathed heavily from the exertion and the sensation of the small cock inside her. With her arms thrown above her head, she gave Vulture a clear view of her hypnotizing nipples as they bobbed with each movement.

He grunts from the slap and growls at her, his voice filled with defiance. "Try me," he says, his tone challenging, "I've been through worse than sex and torture. Do your worst, Icewing bitch!" Despite his bravado, he can't help but gasp as Lynx takes in his entire cock, which, in comparison to Winter's, seems almost insignificant. "FUCK!" he exclaims with a strained voice, his eyes widening as he feels her constrict around him, the sensation bordering on painful.

Lynx seems unfazed by his protests, and begins to bounce with vigor, her tits slapping against her body with a rhythmic clap. He watches, unable to tear his gaze away, his breathing growing shallower as arousal and a hint of fear mingle within him. Her eyes, a piercing shade of blue, lock onto his, and he feels his resolve slipping away. He tries to regain composure, shaking his head. "N-no," he stammered, his voice strained, "I won't succumb..."

"Oh come on, big boy," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Think of all the sexy and busty girls you would have access to. You could have this every day." She knew it was only a matter of time before the sandwing succumbed beneath him, but she was determined not to let that deter her. Somehow, she managed to start bouncing even faster, her firm ass cheeks clapping together in a tantalizing rhythm. Her breasts, as full and round as ripe melons, jiggled and smacked against her chest with each bounce, the sound growing increasingly louder and more enticing.

Her slim figure rippled with each impact, showcasing the power and grace that was a testament to her dragon form. Looking down, she gave him a slutty smile, her eyes half-lidded and smoldering. It was clear to Vulture why Winter had chosen her to be his queen; she had an otherworldly beauty that could make any male dragon's blood boil with desire. Her visage was a blend of innocence and seductiveness, a goddess come to life with the power to ensnare any who gazed upon her.

Her scales, a flawless canvas of alabaster white, was accentuated by the stark contrast of her her blue freckles all over her body. Her wings, folded gracefully behind her, fluttered slightly with each movement, giving off the barest hint of the power they held. The delicate arch of her neck and the curve of her spine added to the allure, as if inviting him to explore every inch of her. Her tail swished back and forth in a playful dance, the tip teasingly brushing against his scales, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

Her breaths grew heavier and more erratic as she worked him, her own desire rising to the surface. Each gasp and moan she let escape was like a siren's song, pushing him closer to the edge of his control. Her hips moved with the precision of a seasoned courtesan, grinding against him in a way that spoke of both passion and experience. It was a performance that would leave any dragon begging for more, and Vulture was no exception.

Vulture contemplated the multitude of desirable females he could potentially claim as his own if he succumbed to the temptations of the world. However, he aspired to be more than a mere instrument of pleasure within Winter's empire; he yearned for autonomy and intellectual acuity. Despite his efforts, she remained steadfastly attached to him, her surprising strength overpowering his attempts to break free. The sensation of her body slapping against his arousal caused precum to leak from his engorged member, and an involuntary moan of pleasure escaped his lips. He gazed up at her, his vision momentarily obscured by the passion that clouded his eyes. She was a goddess, a natural-born seductress, and her beauty was both entrancing and terrifying. "Winter...picked right, choosing a natural slut like you..." he murmured, his voice strained with desire. It was a backhanded compliment, a silent declaration that he was still fighting against the impending surrender to his carnality. Her eyes gleamed with mischief, knowing that she had him firmly within her grasp, yet she allowed him to cling to the illusion of control. The room echoed with the slap of their bodies, punctuated by the ragged sound of his breath as he panted, "Winter...picked right, choosing a natural slut like you..." Each word was a battle cry, a testament to his dwindling resistance.

Lynx was panting, not from the dick in her pussy, but from the exercise. Her heart thrummed with the thrill of the challenge, something she hadn't felt since Winter made her his queen. She was an Icewing warrior at heart, after all, and loved pushing herself to her limits.

With a seductive smile, she turned to look at Vulture. Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she began to stroke his cheek with her tail, feeling the warmth of his skin under the soft fur. Then, she used the same tail to gently lift his chin, forcing him to meet her gaze. "Come on, Vulture," she purred, her voice a siren's song of seduction. "Tell me, you like hearing girls moaning your name?" Her tone was the epitome of sluttiness, and she knew it would burrow into his thoughts, driving him wild.

The room was thick with the scent of their passion, their heavy breathing the only sound that broke the silence as they stared into each other's eyes. Lynx's scales glistened with a fine sheen of sweat, her muscles tight and taut from the exertion. She had always enjoyed the feel of a good workout, but this was something else entirely, a dance of desire that had her blood singing in her veins.

And as she watched him, she knew she had him. He was putty in her hands, ready to be molded to her whims. She would use that to her advantage, pushing him further, making him crave her even more than he already did. The power was intoxicating, and she reveled in it, letting it fill her up until she thought she might burst.

With a wink, she leaned in closer, her breasts brushing against his chest. "Don't hold back," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "Let me hear you scream."

Vulture's eyes darkened with lust, and she could see the hunger in his gaze. He was going to give her what she wanted, and she was going to make sure it was a performance neither of them would ever forget.

Vulture hadn't felt something so amazing in quite some time. The SandWing sluts in the Den had abused pussies before, ones that were used and filled with dried cum. He usually tossed those aside for the males to use to their heart's content, but Lynx was an exception. Lynx was perfect. He huffed as her tail stroked his cheek and gently lifted his chin upwards, compelling him to gaze upon her curvaceous form. The desire in her eyes made his cock throb as it disappeared into the cold, welcoming folds of her sex. "I-I do love it when sluts moan my name," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "Sometimes I feel like I'm all they think about." He watched her intently, her slutty tone causing his face to flush as the pressure grew within his cock. "Hnng, I adore it when they clench and beg for my seed!" He grunted, his own pleasure increasing as her body responded to his every thrust.

Lunx smirks, knowing that's another challenge she's posed to get Vulture to break for her. She says, "Oh, Vulture~ come on, fill me up with your SandWing seed~ for me, big boy~" Once she's finished speaking, she opens her mouth and pants hard from the exertion. However, she's cleverly made Vulture believe it's from his cock when in reality, she's enjoying the faces he's making and the intense burn in her thighs from the workout of bouncing on him. She starts to move in a slight circular motion, bringing his member closer to her cold walls. This is an attempt to reach her own climax, as she's still quite far from it.

Vulture's teeth clenched as Lynx's slutty voice called out his name, begging for his cock to fill her to the brim. His gaze was transfixed on her, panting and eager, as she matched his rhythm. Each time her voluptuous curves smacked against him, her breasts bouncing and her hips rolling, his member grew thicker and more insistent. He watched the sultry dance of her body, the sweat glistening on her scales, and the raw desire in her eyes. "Gah!" he exclaimed, unable to contain his pleasure as Lynx's movements grew more deliberate, her hips rolling in a rhythm that sent waves of ecstasy through his body. He was lost in the moment, his own hips bucking wildly, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Your...Majesty," she panted, the title sounding almost like a seductive moan as she addressed him. "M-may I...cum inside your pussy?" His voice was strained, a mix of lust and disbelief that he would even have to ask such a question from a creature he considered his to use and dominate. Yet, here he was, seeking permission from the Icewing he had thought he claimed.

With a low growl, he replied, "Hrrng, I'm gonna fill you like the slut you are~" His own need for release was palpable, his body tensing with the effort of holding back. The room was filled with the sounds of their passionate coupling: the slap of flesh against flesh, the wetness of their union, and their shared gasps for air. It was an intense, primal dance that neither could resist, their bodies moving together in a silent symphony of desire.

Her confidence grew with each little slip of his resolve, and she knew he was close to breaking. In response, she rolled her hips more vigorously than ever before, her movements growing increasingly erratic as she bounced faster and faster. Her ample breasts followed suit, jiggling in a hypnotic circular pattern that matched her own rhythm. She tenderly stroked Vulture's chin with her tail, enjoying the power she held over him.

If this intense session continued, she mused, her body would soon reflect the same level of physical conditioning as her husband's, and she found the prospect quite appealing. However, the moment demanded her full attention, so she decided to play along with Vulture's desires. "Come on, big boy," she cooed, her voice a seductive purr, "Fill this perfect Icewing slut with your hot cum~"

"Hah~" He groaned, his voice filled with ecstasy. "Ahh! Fuck, my Queen. You are incredibly delightful!" His eyes remained fixated on her breasts, which rolled in mesmerizing circles as she moved with an enthusiastic bounce. Each movement sent a wave of pleasure through his body, and his cheek quivered from the gentle stroking she bestowed upon him. "Y-your...Majesty!" His voice grew strained, his chin tilting upward as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed him.

Her perfection was too much for him to bear, and his orgasm approached with unbridled force. His cock pulsed and throbbed inside her tight embrace, a testament to the passion that surged through his veins. She was everything he desired, a heavenly vision that sent him spiraling into oblivion.

With a roar that echoed through the chamber, he released his pent-up passion deep within her pussy. The warmth of his seed filled her, a testament to his unbridled love and desire. "I...I can't stop cumming!" he exclaimed, his eyes rolling back in his head as a prolonged moan of pleasure escaped his lips. His mind succumbed to the haze of lust that enveloped him, lost in the rapture of his Queen Lynx, who was irrevocably linked to the power and dominance of King Winter.

Her eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction, she knew Vulture was almost at his breaking point. She maintained her rapid, punishing bounces on his cock, feeling his body tense beneath her. When she finally sensed the hot spurt of his SandWing semen filling her, she clenched her pussy, eager to milk him for every last drop.

With a gleeful squeal, she raised her head, her movements slowing but not stopping entirely. Despite his smaller size, she couldn't help but be impressed by the sheer volume of his load. Her ass ceased its frenzied clapping, but her breasts continued to jiggle erratically with the force of her bouncing. She admitted to herself that he had given her quite the filling, and she was determined to take all of it, welcoming the sensation of her womb stretching to accommodate his seed. Her pace slowed, but she remained steadfast in her desire to savor every moment of his climax, her body still resonating with the echoes of his pleasure.

He squirmed and gasped, his body utterly overwhelmed by the Queen's presence and the exquisite sensation of her pussy rhythmically milking his balls within her snug passage and womb. Despite his pleas, she persisted with her relentless advances, pushing him to the brink of oversensitivity. His eyes rolled back in his head as a second, powerful orgasm surged through him, following closely on the heels of the first. His vision grew hazy as Lynx continued to ride him, her movements sending waves of pleasure so intense they bordered on pain. "Gah! My Queen. Please, stop! I...I beg of you!" He managed to choke out between gasps, his body writhing beneath hers.

Her breasts bounced and slapped together as she moved, and she took a brief moment to appreciate the sight of her handiwork, his crotch drenched in her juices. "Please," he whimpered, his voice strained and desperate. "I can't take it anymore. I submit to you, alright! I'll become a part of the empire. I just...n-need..." His words trailed off as the intensity of their union grew too much to bear. The crime boss's vision began to fade, his body succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure and the sudden loss of control.

Lynx, her eyes sparkling with mischief, smiled warmly down at the desperate SandWing beneath her. His hips thrust upward, matching her rhythm as she took his seed with an expert finesse that came from months of experience with her king. Her movements remained steadfast, a circular bounce that showcased her dominance over him. "You don't give the orders anymore," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "You belong to me now."

Her gaze fell to his, locking him in place as surely as the chains that bound him. She watched his reaction as she continued to bounce, each motion a silent command that his body obeyed. Her chest, full and heavy, rose and fell with every breath she took, a tantalizing sight that she knew would drive any male wild with desire. The warmth of his climax began to spread within her, filling her belly slowly but surely.

For the first time during their encounter, a soft moan of pleasure escaped her lips. It was a sound that resonated with power, a declaration of victory in this intimate battle of wills. Her eyes, half-lidded with passion, never left his, and she bestowed upon him a smile that could melt the most stoic of hearts. It was a smile that held the promise of unbridled ecstasy and complete submission.

Vulture, lost in the throes of his own release, could do nothing but stare transfixed at the mesmerizing sight of her chest. His body responded to her every whim, his own desires secondary to her will. The feeling of his seed expanding her belly was a heady one, a testament to his newfound submission to the queenly figure before him.

The room was filled with the sound of their bodies moving in unison, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo through the very walls. Each breath they took was a shared experience, each movement a silent agreement to the terms she had set forth. And as she continued to ride him, her hips never faltering, she knew that he was fully and completely under her spell.

His eyelids grew heavy as a symphony of sensations danced across his body, the aftermath of their fiery union. He gulped in air rapidly, fighting the seductive pull of climax that threatened to extinguish his consciousness. Her pussy, a divine sanctum of pleasure, clenched around him with an intensity that sent shockwaves through his core. He felt his seed gather, preparing to release a torrent of white-hot passion. With a roar that echoed through the chamber, he filled her completely, a testament to his unyielding desire.

He panted, his eyes locking onto the mesmerizing sight of her bouncing chest. Her nipples, pert and flushed with arousal, grazed against the soft mounds of her breasts, each movement a silent symphony of erotic beauty. "I...I belong to my Queen," he murmured, his voice a mere whisper of his former power. Each word was a declaration of his undying allegiance, his body a vessel for her satisfaction. His cock, though weary from the intensity of their mating, stood firm, driven by his unwavering commitment to her. "I must...please the...Queen," he managed, his need to serve and satisfy her consuming him completely. In this moment, she was the sole focus of his existence, the only dragon whose desires he craved to fulfill.

With one final, passionate moan, Lynx forcefully lowers herself onto him, her body quivering with the intensity of her climax. As she does so, she takes in more of his essence, her stomach visibly swelling until it appears as if she's heavily pregnant once more. Suddenly, the expansion halts, and she gently takes his hands, guiding them up to her ample breasts, which have also become engorged with the influx of energy. Her scales are flushed, and her eyes are half-closed in euphoria as she invites him to touch her more intimately.

Vulture moaned at the top of his lungs, gasping and thrusting as he filled his Queen up; his mind was a blank canvas, consumed only by thoughts of satisfying his mistress with his seed. His ropes of cum shot deep into her, flooding her passage to the point where it was difficult for him to remain conscious. Before he knew it, cold hands had wrapped around his wrists, guiding them to rest upon his Queen's ample breasts. He eagerly groped them, feeling a surge of delight as his talons slowly sank into the soft flesh. "M-my Queen," he strained, his voice a desperate whine, "I-I can't...," his body trembling as he felt his balls draining almost to the point of emptiness. Each spurt of dragon cum that filled her was a testament to his unwavering dedication and service to his mistress.

Lynx ceases her bouncing as she moans, taking the warm sandwing member from the former crime boss who now finds himself as her subservient plaything. Perhaps, in the future, she muses, she will make him her personal slut. However, for the present, he remains too crucial to her king's grand scheme. With a noticeable effort, she lifts herself off his erection, feeling the warm semen pool within her. "How was that, big boy?" she inquires, her voice dripping with sultry satisfaction.

Vulture was in a state of pure bliss, his body trembling as Lynx gracefully lifted herself off his now-sensitive shaft, which was coated in the evidence of their passionate union. His eyes, glazed with satisfaction, met hers as he struggled to form coherent words. "Th-that was... incredible, my Queen," he managed to murmur, his tongue flicking out to taste the lingering essence of their coupling. With a shaky smile, he vowed, "The Den will do its best to support the empire."

"Good, now get out of here," Lynx said, her voice firm yet slightly trembling. She walked eagerly back to her king, her swollen belly leading the way.

"Yes, my Queen," Vulture stammered, rising to his feet on legs that trembled beneath him. He gestured towards the grand exit of the palace, his stance steadfast as he prepared to serve her majesty for the remainder of his life.

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Winter gazed upon his magnificent queen, her belly swollen with their child, and smiled warmly. "Ah, I see the 'talk' went quite well," he mused, his eyes sparkling with delight. He opened his arms and unfurled his majestic wings as he sat comfortably upon his throne, inviting her into his embrace. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the morning sunrise, casting shadows across the gleaming marble floor. Her cheeks flushed with joy, she approached him, her talons clacking a gentle melody as she walked on the cold stone.

Lynx tenderly rubbed her swollen, cum-filled SandWing belly and smiled warmly as she leaned into her king's embrace. "The talk went lovely, dear," she whispered contentedly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "It seems that old dragon is quite eager to serve us, just like the other mindless studs."

"That's good, dear," Winter whispers, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he embraces her tightly, allowing his wings to envelop her in a warm, comforting embrace. He gently kisses her forehead, his touch filled with affection and pride. "I can't believe we have solidified our empire on Phyrria," he says, his voice filled with awe at their collective achievement. He pauses thoughtfully for a moment, stroking her hair. "The question is, when do we stop?" He pulls back slightly to meet her gaze, his expression turning serious. "When do we start focusing on our people?"

"I can't believe it either, honey," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she nuzzled closer to him. His tender kiss on her neck made her giggle softly. "Hmm, for when we stop? Well, there are likely some towns and villages out there still waiting to be embraced by our empire," she mused, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "And I want my own studs," she added, playfully booping his nose. "You're going to be so busy sometimes that I'll need some big, strong males to keep me company in your absence," she whispered suggestively.

"Do you want me to accompany you on this expedition of yours?" Winter gently reaches around and holds her by her ass, his eyes shining with a love reserved only for his queen. His gaze is filled with adoration, a side of him that no one else would ever get to witness.

"Of course, love," she murmured, a wicked smile playing on her lips. Winter's firm grip tightened around her buttocks, eliciting a moan of pleasure. She watched him intently, her talons tracing patterns of desire across his broad, powerful back muscles. "Maybe you can find more sluts to claim residence in the palace," she suggested, her voice low and sultry.

Her breath grew ragged as he squeezed her butt again, and she couldn't help but lean into him, her large, rounded breasts pressing against his firm chest. "Mmmf," she mumbled, the sound muffled by his embrace, "but no stud will ever take me from you, my dear."

With a playful purr, she wrapped her arms around his waist, her swollen stomach squishing against him as she emphasized her point. "You're the only one I want, the only one who can truly satisfy me," she whispered, her tail flicking with excitement. The scent of their mutual arousal filled the air, a potent mix of lust and possession.

Winter softly squeezed her ass. "First, darling," he whispered, "would you like to have some alone time with me this evening?" Winter smiled warmly and nuzzled her neck, gently wrapping his tail around hers in a tender embrace.

"Yes, please, my love," she giggled, wiggling her body so that her middle sloshed loudly. "Could you also, perhaps, employ your magic to transfer all of this SandWing cum to my breasts?" she requested with a playful smile. The warmth of the fluids and the sensation of their combined weight upon her chest was something she found incredibly arousing, and she was eager to see the visual transformation of her body.

Winter stands up and, with gentle care, carries Lynx to their shared room. Upon reaching the destination, he lays her down softly on the bed. With a look of admiration, he casts a spell that gradually reduces the swelling in her belly. However, due to the intensity of her recent workout, her abdominal muscles become more pronounced. "Damn, you really went all out on him, didn't you?" he comments, his voice filled with amazement.

When her belly shrank and she caught a glimpse of her abs, a delightful giggle escaped her lips. "I had to milk him dry, love," she purred, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She spread her legs wide open, inviting him in, and then with a graceful yet seductive motion, pulled them up towards her head, assuming a position known as the mating press. "Claim your pussy," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "my King."

Winter smiles and shakes his head, then slowly crawls on top of her. He aligns himself and whispers, "Are you ready for it, my queen?" His smile is filled with love and a hint of possessiveness. Looking down at her, his eyes sparkle with affection.

"Yes, Winter," she eagerly exclaims. "Insert your massive Icewing phallus inside me!" As she speaks, she guides his sharp talons to her ankles, raising them high above her head in a display of submission and desire. Her eyes are filled with a fiery lust that mirrors the passion building between them. Her vulva, a vibrant shade of blue, glistens with arousal, leaving no doubt about her readiness for their intimate act to commence.

"My, my," Winter said with a playful smile, "someone's excited." He pushed himself fully into her, confident in her ability to accommodate him. He began to move in a rhythm that was quick yet gentle, ensuring her comfort as he marveled at her tightness. "How have you stayed this tight and this hot?" He grunted with each thrust, his voice filled with passion as he continued to move in and out of her.

"Ahhh!" Lynx moaned loudly as she felt Winter's cock push deep into her pussy all the way. Her cool walls clenched around his dick as she gasped from the stretch. It was indeed larger than Vulture's, which she found quite pleasurable. "Because that's who I am, love," she whispered into his ear seductively. "Now, fuck me like you did the first time," she urged, her voice filled with desire as she reminisced about their initial encounter.

"Are you sure you can handle that, my dear?" he asks, as he continues to ram himself deep into her. With each powerful thrust, he grunts, seemingly intent on filling up the female beneath him to the brim.

"Hah! Ah! Honey..." She gasped as his pelvis collided with the soft, rounded globes of her ass, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Each smack echoed in the quiet room, a testament to the intensity of their passion. "I took it before. I've taken your cock up my ass and through my throat," she panted, her voice thick with desire. Her eyes shone with mischief as she glanced back at him, her lips curling into a seductive smile. "Gah! Please," she begged, her voice strained and needy, "harder! Faster!" Her breathy moans grew louder as she arched her back, pushing her ass further into him. "Make me your Royal bitch again!" she exclaimed, her words punctuated by the rhythmic slaps of their bodies coming together.

"As you wish," he says, and with that, something snaps within him. Winter gasps as he slaps her bountiful breasts firmly, the sound echoing through the room. He then plunges himself into her deeply with a fervent passion, causing her to arch her back off the bed with each powerful thrust. His rhythm is unrelenting, driving himself into her womb repeatedly, and her body responds with an erotic symphony of moans and gasps. Each impact of his hips against hers sends waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her crave more of his dominance. The intensity of their union is palpable, the room filling with the scent of desire and sweat as they both chase the elusive peak of ecstasy.

Lynx's eyes widen as her husband, in a sudden feral state, fiercely claws at her breasts, causing them to wobble aggressively. She moans loudly as the King of her dreams begins to pound into her, a forceful rhythm that mirrors his dominance over the other queens and teachers at Jade Mountain. Her eyes roll back in sheer pleasure, savoring the feeling of his powerful thrusts. This, she realizes, is what sex is truly meant to be.

Winter snarled and clamped his teeth gently around her neck, as he complied with her request to give her a passionate, vigorous pounding, as if to release the very essence of life itself from her body. She had asked for this fervent display of power, and he was more than willing to oblige, his eyes gleaming with desire as he moved with the rhythmic force of the winter storms they had both grown to know so well. Each thrust was like a declaration of his dominance and love, resonating through the chilly air of their bedchamber.

The intense mating bite pushed her to the brink, her climax causing her to clench down on his shaft, which was now slick with her arousal. Each of Winter's powerful thrusts made her stomach distend dramatically, and her eyes rolled back in her head, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. She adored her king like this: fiercely commanding and dominant!

Winter made sure to clamp down on her mercy, drawing a little bit of blood as he continued to pound Lynx faster and harder, giving her breasts a rough treatment. However, unbeknownst to the royal couple, one of Winter's royal sluts was growing curious. Mink, the Icewing, was performing her usual slutty duties when she heard strange sounds emanating from the royal bedroom. Concerned, she cautiously cracked open the door to find her king and queen engaged in an act more primal than she had ever witnessed. Despite knowing it was wrong, the sight was too tantalizing to ignore; she couldn't bring herself to look away. She had to be meticulous in her observation, ensuring she remained undiscovered as she watched them.

"Oh, fuck yes! Pound me, my King!" Lynx exclaimed passionately, her voice resonating with pleasure and attracting the attention of the young icewings ex-princess nearby. She experienced a series of intense climaxes as Winter's powerful thrusts filled and stretched her to her absolute limits, each deep penetration eliciting a scream from her. Her voluminous breasts jiggled and bobbed rhythmically with each impact of his hips against hers.

Mink, an observant Icewing, couldn't help but feel a rush of arousal at the sight of the fervent mating before her. She watched intently, her eyes glued to the couple's passionate display. The ex-princess's moans grew louder and more desperate, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure she was receiving.

Meanwhile, the icewing princess surreptitiously began to pleasure herself, her own desires kindled by the erotic scene unfolding. She had to remain vigilant, though, ensuring that she remained undiscovered. Her responsibilities for the evening were many and of a similar nature, and she didn't want to be caught neglecting her duties. She had other slutty tasks to attend to, and she was eager to fulfill them all with the same enthusiasm that Lynx and Winter displayed in their union.

Winter was in such a feral rut, he didn't even sense the presence of one of his sluts. He lets go of Lynx's neck and looks at her like a primal male, hell-bent on breeding a female. Not saying a single word, he instead growls until he feels his release approaching. He then picks her up, facing him, and slams her back against the wall. Continuing to drill into her pussy, he roars as he starts to pump cum into her womb.

Panting heavily, she gasps as Winter withdraws his teeth from her neck, revealing very visible blue bite marks. She adores the feeling of exhaustion that always follows their intense mating sessions, her body utterly wrecked by his dominance. Looking up at her King, she's still trapped in the passionate embrace of the mating press when, without warning, he slams her body against the wall. A yelp escapes her lips, but it's quickly drowned out by the overwhelming bliss as she feels his cum begin to fill her womb to the brim and overflow. Her belly subtly bulges and distends with each glorp and glrrp~ sound, a testament to his potency.

Her eyes glaze over as she reaches a final, earth-shattering climax, squirting profusely over his giant blue member, which is still embedded deep inside her. The pleasure is so intense it consumes her very being, causing her to moan incoherently. Each pump of his hips elicits a groan from her, and with every pulse of his seed, she feels herself slipping closer to the abyss of unconsciousness. Oh, how she craves this, to be bred by her King like the most devoted of sluts, her body nothing but a vessel for his boundless lust.

Winter, having completed his task, carefully and tenderly sets the exhausted queen down, giving her a gentle kiss. She is still unaware that their intimate moment is being observed. "There," she whispers, "did that satisfy you, my darling?" With a comforting sigh, he snuggles closer to her in their shared bed.

With a soft, exhausted exhalation, she unfurls from the intense pressure of their union, her ample belly once again brimming with his potent seed. "Y-yes, my love," she whispers, breathless and euphoric. "I missed this so much." She nuzzles against him, her tender gaze conveying a depth of longing that mirrors the physical ache that had been sated by their passionate encounter. The scent of their lovemaking lingers in the air, mingling with the sweet aroma of their shared pleasure. Her skin, flushed and damp with perspiration, clings to the coolness of the bed sheets as she relaxes into the welcoming embrace of the mattress. Each quivering breath she takes seems to resonate with the lingering echoes of his name upon her lips, a testament to the profound intimacy that has just transpired between them. Her eyes, half-lidded with satisfaction, trace the contours of his face, committing every line and curve to memory, as if she could never get enough of the sight of him. Her fingers dance across his chest, exploring the landscape of muscle and sinew that had been so recently entangled with her own, the cool of his scales searing into her fingertips. The room is still, save for the quiet sounds of their mingled breaths and the distant whispers of the night outside, a stark contrast to the tumultuous symphony of passion that had so recently filled the space. Her hips shift slightly, the movement causing a delicious ripple through her core, the fullness of his release within her serving as a tangible reminder of the connection they have just shared.

But suddenly, they both heard a soft, pleasurable moan echoing through their chambers. Mink swiftly placed a talon around her snout and yanked the one rubbing her pussy away.

In an instant, Winter burst through the door, his icy eyes ablaze with fury. He gripped Mink by the throat, his ice spikes clattering loudly against the stone floor. "What the fuck do you think you're doing here?" he roared, his voice resonating through the room. The intensity of his rage was something neither Mink nor Lynx had ever witnessed before.

Mink choked, her eyes bulging as Winter tightened his grip. "I... I was heading to my next task," she managed to say, her voice strained, "when I heard my Queen's distress. I thought she was hurt..." Her legs flailed as she struggled. "But then I saw you, Master. Please, forgive me!" She begged, her voice cracking with fear. "I'll accept any punishment for spying. I'm truly sorry!"

Winter, furious, turns to his queen, getting an idea. "I think I have the perfect punishment for you," he says with a malicious smirk. He closes the door firmly and sets Mink down on the floor. Then, he hands Lynx an enchanted ring, demanding her to put it on. With a forceful push, he sends Mink sprawling onto the bed. "Get ready for a fucking like never before, you stupid whore," he snarls, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic excitement.

Mink gasps and coughs as she is unceremoniously dropped onto the floor in front of her Majesties' bed. Lynx catches the ring and, with a mischievous smirk aimed at Winter, swiftly slides it onto her finger. Instantly, a slutty grin appears on her face, and a massive cock emerges from her crotch. She runs her hand over it, feeling the faint blue veins pulse beneath the skin as it grows thicker and longer.

Mink's eyes widen as she stares up at the towering cock that now overshadows her. "Th-this is the biggest cock I've ever seen," she manages to murmur nervously, her throat dry and her heart racing at the sheer size of it.

Winter's voice was firm and demanding as he inquired, "My queen, which end do you want?" His 15-inch cock emerged at its full, imposing length, a clear indication of his readiness to discipline the intrusive slut who had dared to spy on his private moments with the queen. The slut, trembling with fear and anticipation, knew she was about to receive a punishment that would serve as a stark reminder of the consequences of her actions.

"I want her asshole," Lynx said, and she grabbed Mink firmly, placing her on the bed and turning her head to face Winter. With a deft motion, Lynx opened Mink's mouth and carefully guided it towards the IceWing's erect member. Ensuring everything was in place, she then spread Mink's hind legs and began to gently prod the dragonet's anus with her own, much larger, cock. Looking at her companion, she asked seductively, "Honey, do you think she deserves to be milked for a day in the chambers?"

"Hmm, we shall see," he murmured before abruptly pushing his cock down her throat. Using her horns as handles, he began to brutally face-fuck the smaller icewing, showing her no mercy whatsoever. At the same time, Lynx took her massive cock and forced it into her tight anus, starting a relentless assault of powerful thrusts that filled her completely with each motion.

Mink choked and gagged around the royal phallus, her King's imposing cock filling her throat and causing a pronounced bulge in her neck as he relentlessly claimed her. Her eyes began to water, not just from the overwhelming pressure but also from the sheer brutality of the face-fucking she was enduring. Each thrust brought forth a fresh wave of saliva that coated his thick, blue member, making it shine in the candlelight.

Her body quivered involuntarily when Lynx also penetrated her from behind, driving her own shaft deep into Mink's welcoming warmth. The feeling of fullness was mirrored as a bulge grew on Mink's abdomen, a testament to Lynx's fervent thrusts. The room echoed with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and muffled moans, as the two Alpha females used Mink as their personal fuck toy. The relentless rhythm of their dominance painted a vivid picture of depravity, with Mink's body sandwiched between them, being mercilessly spit-roasted as she willingly surrendered to her place in their savage union.

Winter and Lynx both trust in simultaneously, demonstrating no mercy. Lynx proceeds to slap her ass ferociously until it becomes blue and raw. She then declares, "You've messed up big time, you whore. After I'm done with this, you won't be able to walk. You've made your king extremely furious."

She yelps along his shaft, her voice echoing with each smack from Lynx's hand, her ass growing bluer than the vast ocean she had never seen. Her mouth remains open, her teeth carefully avoiding contact with his shaft, fearful of the repercussions of an accidental bite. Meanwhile, Mink is equally occupied, her cheeks bulging around Winter's thick member as she struggles not to gag. Her eyes water, but she remains obedient to her Queen. Her own ass is being thoroughly claimed by Icewing, the sensation overwhelming and familiar, reminiscent of when Winter had first taken her.

The room fills with the symphony of their passionate cries and the slap of skin against skin. As Lynx's punishment continues, Mink's body begins to respond, her pussy tightening around both the intrusions. Her tits sway beneath her, the heavy orbs slapping against her chest with each powerful thrust from Lynx's hips, painting a mesmerizing picture of submission. Her breath hitches in her throat as the pleasure builds, her body instinctively squeezing their cocks in unison. Her giant blue ass jiggles with every deep penetration, a testament to the power behind each thrust from the Queen's member.

Winter grunts as he approaches, his body still resonating from his recent passionate session with his queen. Looking into her eyes, he asks, "Are you ready to cum?" Lynx, her voice a breathy whisper, replies, "A few more thrusts." He obliges, and they synchronize their movements, their bodies tensing in anticipation of the climax. With a shared groan, they reach the pinnacle of pleasure, their cocks erupting simultaneously. A torrent of cold IceWing seed fills Mink's cool depths, a testament to their union.

Mink's claws dig into the bed as she experiences the simultaneous climax of the King and Queen within her. Her throat muscles diligently work to swallow every drop of the King's frigid seed, while the scorching path of her anus is swiftly soothed by Lynx's cum, which fills her to the brim with each spurt. Immediately, her abdomen distended and inflates dramatically, dropping heavily onto the floor as her gaping asshole struggles to accommodate the sheer volume of their combined semen. Both the King and Lynx continue to pump their massive, chilly cocks into her, ensuring she's completely filled and marked by their conquest.

Winter and Lynx both pull out after they finish. Then, Winter grabs Mink and throws her out into the hallway. He calls for Moon, visibly pissed. His tone suggests that he might punish Moon, depending on her defense.

Mink lands face down on the velvety surface, the impact causing a small fountain of cum to spurt from her mouth. She groans heavily, her body visibly trembling from the recent exertion. With a graceful movement, she rises to her hands and knees, then stands before walking away from the hallowed halls. The sound of her retreating footsteps echoes softly down the corridor.

The King and Queen suddenly hear a sharp, echoing smack resonate through the chamber. It's a sound that leaves no doubt as to its source: the unmistakable sound of skin meeting skin in a display of dominance. A few moments later, Moon gracefully enters the grand chamber. She approaches the royal couple and kneels before them, her head bowed in submission. Her ample breasts, adorned with puffy nipples, heave slightly with each breath she takes, drawing their gaze.

"You summoned me, my King?" Moon inquires, her voice a soft, obedient purr. She maintains eye contact with the monarch, her expression one of devoted servitude, her eye lids fluttering slightly as she awaits his command. The room is thick with anticipation, the air charged with the electric tension of an unspoken understanding.

"What was Mink doing?" Winter inquired sharply, his eyes narrowing into slits as he demanded answers from a NightWing he once had a crush on. "I caught her spying on me when I was supposed to be having some quality time with my queen. You are responsible for her. What happened, and where were you?"

"Ah," she growled in annoyance at Mink, her eyes narrowing as she spoke, "that explains the bloated belly I noticed on her as she was heading this way. I administered a firm spanking for her act of disobedience." She paused for a moment, her hand resting on her hip. "I instructed her to retrieve food and water, but it seems she encountered a distraction along the way. Forgive me, my King." She bowed her head slightly. "I will be more vigilant with her and ensure she learns obedience, perhaps utilizing a vibrating plug to maintain her focus in the future." She said, her voice low and apologetic.

Winter nods, his icy gaze gleaming with approval. He's happy with Moon's response and decides not to punish her, recognizing the seriousness with which she takes her duties. "Alright, Moon," he says, his voice echoing through the night air, "make sure we get no more disturbances for the entire night. Otherwise, I will hold you responsible." He waves his sharp, gleaming talons in a gesture that officially dismisses her, his slut master.

She gracefully bows to her King. "Thank you, Master," she says with a mischievous giggle, her eyes gleaming with anticipation of the fate that awaits the former icewing princess, now reduced to a mere slut. She exits the room, her steps echoing as she gently pulls the heavy doors closed behind her, sealing the chamber in a sudden silence.

"Well, I'm quite pleased that slut is getting her due," Lynx comments, as she slides the ring from her finger, feeling the immediate absence of the cold member it had brought. The warmth that returns is a stark contrast to the chilly power she had wielded. She extends the ring back to her husband. "But let's return to my own little craving for studs. Would you have any objections if I claimed Qibli as my SandWing?" Her words are playful yet pointed, hinting at the control she seeks over the dragon she finds so productive despite his less than favorable reputation.

Winter approaches his queen with affection, gently pressing his lips against hers. Following the tender kiss, he firmly slaps her on the behind and grins mischievously. "You may choose whatever male suits your needs, my love," he declares.

"AHH~!" Lynx let out a cute moan as her large butt rippled from his spank. "Thank you, sweetie. I'll have some amazing studs to worship me," she exclaimed with a mischievous smile. All of a sudden, she was struck by an idea. "You wouldn't mind if I went on my own expedition like you did, right?" Her eyes gleamed with excitement as she continued, "Maybe you could give me some animus trinkets to help?" She purred seductively and trailed her talons gently along the contours of his muscular body.

"Maybe, I don't like giving out my animus toys," Winter says, as he continues to grope his queen's ass freely and openly. His eyes dart around the room, ensuring their privacy, while his hands explore the curves. Her cheeks blue slightly with each firm squeeze, yet she remains silent, allowing him to assert his dominance in this intimate moment. "They are too easily lost, and I don't want them to be used against me," he adds, his voice low and possessive. The queen, known for her fiery spirit, seems to concede to his whims for now, her eyes fluttering closed as she feels his grip tighten. The room is filled with the sound of their breaths mingling as he claims his power over her, making it clear that he values his personal collection of enchanted objects almost above all else.

"Oh, don't worry," she assured him with a playful giggle, her body writhing under his touch. His sharp talons dug into her flesh, eliciting a mix of pleasure and pain as she felt her ass being groped firmly. Her cum-filled middle squished with each movement, the viscous liquid threatening to spill out of her overstuffed sex. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "If anyone were to steal it, I'd make sure to fuck them of every drop..." she trailed off, her voice a seductive purr. "And then," she added with a wicked smile, "I'd add them to our collection of mindless sluts."

"But what about our eggs, dear? Shouldn't we wait until they hatch first?" Winter asks, his hand continuing to gently slap her behind.

"Oh, I won't be gone for long, honey," she said, moaning slightly as she rubbed the spot where he had slapped her. Her buttocks had already begun to turn a mottled shade of blue. "I'll make sure my studs are under my influence before a single crack appears on those eggs." She looked back at him with a mix of pain and determination in her eyes.

"Okay, but first, come sleep with me," Winter says, gently taking her hand. "It's late." He leads them to the royal bedroom, his footsteps echoing softly on the grand marble floor. The room is illuminated by the soft glow of candles, casting flickering shadows on the velvet drapes that surround the four-poster bed. Winter carefully helps her to lay down on the plush mattress, ensuring she is comfortable before joining her.

"Of course, my love," she murmured, walking alongside him into the bed. She nestled herself comfortably against her Icewing King's firm chest, feeling the coolness of his scales. With a gentle sigh, she closed her eyes and caressed her rounded belly, which had the peculiar ability to shrink overnight.

Elsewhere in the castle, a starkly different scene unfolded. Auklet, reveled in the use of her latest acquisition. She expertly wielded a whip, each crack landing precisely on the Icewing's exposed posterior as the captive was secured to an intricate fucking/milking machine. Mink, the ensnared Icewing, struggled against the contraption, her breasts engorged and surrounded by a pump designed to extract her milk. The sight of the whip's impact elicited a mix of pain and arousal from her, the sensation only heightened by the large dildo, a twisted replica of her king's own, that filled her mouth. Two more phallic intruders claimed her asshole and pussy, stretching her beyond what she thought possible.

Moon, observed from a nearby chair, her eyes glinting with a sadistic glee. A gleaming sapphire plug adorned her anus, the jewels twinkling with every movement she made. She pleasured herself leisurely, her hand gliding over her slick folds as she took in the spectacle of Mink's punishment. The latter's ordeal was a stark reminder of the consequences awaiting any who dared to defy the King's and Queen's will.

Winter looked at his queen with a warm smile and moved closer to her, ensuring she felt his embrace. He extended his wings to create a snug, protective cocoon around her. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and spoke in a tender voice, "Now we can cuddle without any interruptions, darling." As he held her tight, his hands began to caress her back in a comforting, rhythmic motion.

"Hehe, yes we can, my king," she said, placing her head gently on his chest. Her soft purr grew quieter as she relaxed, and eventually she drifted off to sleep in the comfort of Winter's embrace. Her wings remained still and flat against the bed, a testament to the deep slumber that had claimed her. Dreams of peace and passion filled her mind, creating a serene yet sensual atmosphere around the couple.

Winter's smile grew as his queen tenderly nuzzled against him. He found it almost surreal to think that he was now the king of Phyrria, without any opposition to challenge his rule. The most ludicrous aspect of this newfound power was the sexual liberty it granted him; any female in the kingdom would willingly submit to his advances if he merely asked. These thoughts swirling in his mind, he drifted off into a contented slumber.

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Winter gently woke up early in the morning, ensuring not to disturb the slumber of his beloved queen. He tiptoed across the spacious royal chamber, its grandeur softly illuminated by the first light of dawn seeping through the heavy velvet curtains. Carefully, he picked up his luxurious cloak, adorned with the intricate embroidery of his kingdom's crest, and draped it over his shoulders. With a tender smile, he approached the grand four-poster bed where Lynx lay, her breathing deep and even.

"Lynx, wake up, dear," he whispered, his voice a soft caress in the stillness of the room. He knew she would be displeased if she missed his departure, and he wanted to bid her farewell properly. Her eyes fluttered open, revealing the warm brown pools that had captured his heart. She blinked the sleep away, her gaze focusing on him as she sat up, the soft fabric of her nightgown clinging to her graceful form.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, he felt the weight of his decision to leave for the day's duties. Yet, he knew that the kingdom's needs were paramount, and she would understand his responsibilities. He leaned in to kiss her forehead, the warmth of her skin a stark contrast to the cold air that lurked beyond their chamber's thick doors. "I must go, but I'll return to you soon," he assured her, his voice filled with the promise of an impending reunion.

Lynx mumbled contentedly as she heard Winter's voice. She rolled onto her side and gazed at him with a warm smile. Her stomach, which had been swollen last night from his generosity, had returned to its usual size. Stretching languidly, she allowed her body to unfurl like a cat in the sun, showcasing her supple form. "Morning, honey," she purred, her voice thick with sleepiness. "That was quite the rest," she added, referring to the night's events. Resting her arm on her hand, which was in turn propped up by her bent elbow, she gave him a curious look. "What's on the agenda for today?" she inquired, fully aware that governing such a vast territory would demand considerable effort and time.

"Well, I'm going to make sure the Ice Kingdom is fully under our control," he smirked, looking at his queen. "Then, I will be traveling to Pantalia to conquer them," he continued, his eyes gleaming with ambition. He knew she would be lonely, so he gave her a task. "While I'm gone," he said, his voice dropping to a sly whisper, "why don't you find some personal... companion for yourself? Remember, only one per tribe," he added with a wink.

"Oooo! Pantala!" Lynx's ears perked up at the mention of the continent that had once been lost but was now found. Her tail wagged happily once Winter had officially granted her permission to claim her studs. "Yes, my King," she purred with mischief in her voice. "I'll make them my playthings while you're away~"

Lynx then let out a delightfully malicious giggle and slithered out of bed. Deciding to indulge in a display of her seductive nature, she chose to walk around the palace. Her bare feet whispered against the cool marble floors, her grace leaving a trail of intrigue and curiosity in her wake. "And, Winter," she called out, ensuring her voice carried down the grand corridors, "you weren't there during our first encounter with the Pantalians, but there's a lovely Silkwing named Luna. I kindly ask that you treat her with tenderness. She's incredibly sweet and has a boyfriend, so be considerate of her feelings."

Winter spoke decisively, "If she submits easily, then I will spare her. However, if she resists, I will have no choice but to destroy her." With a firm nod, he leaned over to give his queen a tender kiss before leaving the room. His thoughts raced ahead to the Ice Kingdom, as he pondered the state it must be in after his long absence. As he strode out, the coldness in his eyes matched the chilly air he was about to face on his journey. The castle's grandeur faded into the background, a stark contrast to the harsh reality he was about to confront. The fate of his kingdom, and perhaps that of his queen, weighed heavily on his heart.

"Oh," she called out, "and could you bring his boyfriend back here too? I want him as my Silkwing stud!" Her voice echoed as Winter was about to leave the opulent palace.

Winter turned back briefly, acknowledging the Queen's demand before continuing on his mission. Meanwhile, in the dimly lit servant chamber, Moon was already engaged in an intense scene with Mink. The dragoness was clad in a bitchsuit, which was made entirely of latex. Her breasts, taught and firm, protruded enticingly from the skintight material, painted a stark contrast against the deep blue of the suit. The room was filled with the faint sound of Mink's muffled protests, as a ball gag filled her mouth, effectively silencing her cries. Moon's relentless movements punctuated the air with the slap of skin against skin and the occasional squelch of the lubricant as she pegged Mink from behind. The rhythmic motion of Moon's hips and the look of determination on her face made it clear that she was in complete control of the situation.

Lynx beamed with satisfaction at the display of respect and discipline. Turning to the NightWing, he announced, "Moon, I will be absent from the palace for several days. My objective is to acquire some fine stallions that will enhance our stables." He paused to let his words sink in before continuing, "During my absence, you will assume full responsibility for overseeing all matters within the palace walls. Remember, do not overstep your boundaries, or you may find yourself enduring a fate similar to Mink's from last night." His eyes held a firm warning, reflecting the gravity of his words.

Winter entered the palace and proceeded to the throne room, anticipating a meeting with Snowfall. Upon arriving, Winter found Snowfall seated majestically on the throne, her plump figure a testament to her reign. "Hello, Snowfall," Winter began with a courteous nod. "I've arrived to assess the progress of this region within my empire."

Moon nodded as she continued to fuck Mink, her movements steadfast and rhythmic. Meanwhile, Lynx began to gather her belongings, carefully selecting a few animus items that would serve as both protection and a means to assert her dominance over her new companions. She tucked these tools of seduction and power into her bag with a knowing smile.

At the palace, Snowfall's gaze fell upon Winter as he approached. Her abdomen remained pleasantly swollen, a testament to the potent magic of his seed. She revealed to him the hidden dildos within the throne, one nestled for each of her orifices, a clever and erotic modification made for the purpose of her submission and pleasure. "Indeed," she said, "a number of Icewings have embraced your carnally enlightening ways. Hailstorm has claimed Tundra as his personal plaything, and we've even started introducing these practices to the more distant village dwellers."

Winter looked at Snowfall and smiled warmly. "Can you think of anyone who might be out of touch with the tribe?" he inquired, his arms folding across his chest as he awaited her response. His gaze remained focused and thoughtful, contemplating the vast implications of her knowledge. "Is there perhaps someone who could have run away or managed to avoid my influence?" His words hung in the air, hinting at the depth of his concern and the scope of his power.

Snowfall, seated on the throne, hummed to herself and fidgeted slightly. "I'm not sure," she began thoughtfully, "we've expanded as much as we possibly could, and we're already stretching our resources to maintain our borders. The east side remains unexplored because we've chosen to avoid any potential conflicts." As she spoke, she paused briefly, realizing she had almost mentioned the sensitive topic of the SandWing animus. Correcting herself, she continued with a cautious tone, "The east side has not been explored because we don't want Jerboa...uh-um..." She stumbled over her words, visibly uncomfortable with the near slip of mentioning the animus in front of Winter, who she knew had a tendency to forget important matters.

Winter's head snapped up upon hearing that name. He wasn't mad that she didn't tell him; he was mad that it seemed she was trying to hide her from him. Winter clenched his teeth as his spikes rattled, a clear sign of his growing anger. He thought he punished this her enough, but it was evident that his previous actions hadn't deterred her. "Who is Jerboa?" he demanded, his eyes burning with fury. "And why are you trying to hide her from your master?" Winter spoke through gritted teeth, his voice a low growl that echoed in the room.

Snowfall trembled with fear as the sound of her master's spikes echoed through the room. She clutched the toys tightly, trying to muffle the cries of distress that threatened to escape. "I...I—uh," she stammered, her voice quavering. "S-she's an Animus SandWing, Master. She assisted us in reaching Pantala and halting the Othermind's influence. W-winter, please, have mercy. She desires nothing but solitude. She does not wish to be involved in these matters. Allow her the peace of isolation..."

Her pleading words were accompanied by a pained expression, and she took careful steps off the throne, revealing the two dildos hidden beneath her.

Winter's fury was palpable. Not only was she concealing a female from him, but she had the audacity to shelter an animus as well. In a fit of unbridled rage, he clutched her neck with one hand and hoisted her into the air. "Do you truly believe you can hide an animus from me and then have the nerve to demand I leave her be? That is not an option," he growled, his grip tightening as he held her suspended. "And now, you will accompany me to watch, understood?" Winter's voice was laced with malice, his eyes blazing as he conveyed his ultimatum.

"Grrrk!" Snowfall abruptly found her airflow obstructed as Winter's firm grip closed around her neck, hoisting her into the air. Panic etched across her face, she kicked and gasped for breath, her body contorting in a desperate bid for freedom. Despite her reluctance to have Winter engage with Jerboa intimately, she knew she had brought this on herself by concealing her presence and inadvertently revealing her name. Her features grew taut as she choked, her complexion shifting to an alarming shade of blue. With a feeble nod, her struggles diminished, and she hovered on the precipice of unconsciousness.

Winter couldn't help but smirk as he recognized the moment she had completely surrendered to him. He then proceeded to gently lower her onto his erect manhood, ensuring she was fully enveloped by it as he prepared for takeoff. With each powerful flap of his mighty wings, he thrust into her, synchronizing their movements to the rhythm of their flight. "Now," he grunted, his voice filled with desire, "lead me to this 'Jerboa' you've spoken of."
Snowfall emitted a choked moan as she felt her pussy being stretched by Winter's cock, which had penetrated her deeply. It lodged within her, binding her to his hips. She felt every inch of him as he abruptly began to thrust, causing her body to be filled with his girth. She clung to him tightly, her voice quivering with pleasure. "She's located on the IceWing and SandWing border, my king," she spoke with a hint of reluctance, not eager to have one of her friends become a target of his desires. "Past the ice wall, there's a secluded beach with a small hut surrounded by a few palm trees." She provided the information as clearly as she could, her mind racing with the implications of her words.

Winter arrived at the destination where he hadn't climaxed once. However, he was now prepared to proceed as he laid eyes on the quaint hut. He tossed Snowfall aside, ensuring she didn't reach her own climax. With a firm and decisive stride, he approached the hut and rapped his knuckles against the door with an assertive force.

Snowfall let out a cry of pain as she was thrown aside like a discarded heap of garbage, her eyes widening in alarm as she observed Winter advancing toward the door. The relentless pounding on the barrier was accompanied by the sound of a person's voice, demanding and assertive, from the outside.

"Whoever you are," the feminine voice echoed through the room from beyond the door, "you would be wise to turn around and leave the way you came. It has become common knowledge that I am currently incapable of accessing my powers. Unless you have a death wish and wish to receive a dagger in your chest, I suggest you vacate my property immediately!" The words were spoken with a clear warning, leaving no room for misunderstanding.

Winter forcefully kicked down the door, a stark contrast to his usual approach of using his irresistible charm. His eyes, filled with anger, bore into hers, making it clear that today, he was not to be trifled with. He took a step closer, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. "I'm not interested in your powers," he said, his voice a low growl, "I'm interested in your body." With a swift and powerful motion, he backhanded her, the sound echoing through the room as she crumpled to the ground. He then leaned over her, a smirk playing on his lips as he began to inspect her body, his gaze lingering on the curves and contours that lay before him. She had no idea what he had in store for her, but she knew it wasn't going to be a pleasant.

Jerboa shouted in surprise as the door to her hit was suddenly kicked down. She immediately grabbed her dagger and brandished it defensively. "Who the hell are you?!" She demanded before quickly being backhanded and falling to the floor. Her body was lean and smooth, but her tits were average, and her ass was below average. Her face, however, was stunning, shining like glittering sand in the sunlight. She looked at Winter with a hateful expression before she glanced behind him and noticed Snowfall leaning against the door. The SandWing's face fell in surprise, and the female IceWing began to speak in a soft, begging tone. "M-master, please... let her be," Snowfall pleaded. "Jerboa and I, we've been intimate with each other on many occasions. I would visit her secretly so we could have sex together. I'm sorry I kept this from you, but I haven't told her about you either!"

Winter was now beyond livid. Not only was this bitch keeping the SandWing from her, but she was also fucking her behind his back. He turned around and, with a furious look in his eyes, backhanded Snowfall. "Silence, whore! Do not speak unless spoken to!" he yelled at her. With a snarl of anger, he grabbed Jerboa and dragged her out onto the beach. He threw her down next to Snowfall, allowing her to see his erect, monstrous member standing tall and proud.

A large, blue talon mark marred the side of Snowfall's face as she collapsed onto the sand. Jerboa attempted to retrieve her dagger while Winter made a grab for her, but her efforts were in vain, leaving her weaponless and at the IceWing's mercy. She glared at Snowfall with a mix of confusion and defiance before redirecting her gaze to Winter. "I don't know who you are, or why the fuck Snowfall is calling you Master. But what I do know is you're going to fuck me, and I'm not going to let that happen without a fight," Jerboa declared firmly.

Without warning, the SandWing abruptly seized Snowfall, pinning her to the ground. "Without this little slut getting some for herself first, for not telling me!" she snarled.

Jerboa understood that anger would only exacerbate the situation, so she chose to feign compliance. She composed herself and spoke to Winter with a forced calmness. "At least tell me your name before you fill me with your cum, will you?" She hoped that by playing along, she could buy some time or find an opportunity to escape or turn the tables.

Winter was surprised at Jerboa's submission, after her initial resistance. Then again, considering what he knew she had lived through, it made sense that she was smart enough not to fight him. "Well, alright then," he said with a smug tone, "but let's fix that body." He snapped his talons with a dramatic flourish, and her tits grew immediately, becoming larger than Snowfall's. However, her ass was made slightly smaller to maintain a more balanced proportion.

Jerboa felt the electrifying sensation rush through her as her breasts surged out of her body, pressing against Snowfall’s now smaller chest. Her bottom followed suit, smashing into Snowfall's equally massive one. With a smug smile, Jerboa leaned back and grabbed her ample rear, spreading it wide. She presented her well-rounded form to Snowfall with a sense of pride. "You see," she began, "I've always been envious of those who could use magic to achieve a body like this. But, alas, that ability has eluded me." Her voice was filled with a mix of longing and mischief as she displayed her most intimate features. The action was both bold and uninhibited, leaving no room for doubt about her intentions or desires.

Winter, the dominant figure, mounted the jerboa with a clear intent to both break and breed her. He firmly grasped her tail, pulling it to the side to expose her vulnerable pink pussy. Without warning, he slammed his large, cold cock deep within her warm, welcoming folds, initiating a vigorous thrusting motion. His groin collided with the soft flesh of her ass, the slapping sound echoing through the room.

Snowfall, unable to look away, watched the scene unfold from her submissive position beneath them. "You see, Snowfall?" Winter jeered, his voice thick with sadistic pleasure. "This is an example of how to be an obedient slut. You should take notes, bitch." He then reached around to smack Jerboa's plump ass cheek, the impact leaving a red imprint against her fur.

Addressing Jerboa, Winter spoke in a commanding tone. "Now, beg like the bitch you are." His eyes gleamed with excitement as he waited for her to comply with his twisted demand.

Winter took notice of the fact that she didn't have a stinger, observing that it was almost as if it had been amputated, leaving only a small nub at the end. Jerboa couldn't help but moan sharply as Winter vigorously thrust his cock into her warm SandWing pussy, the stark contrast in temperature causing her eyes to roll back in pleasure. She could feel every inch of him slide in and out of her as her body began to produce copious amounts of lubrication. "Hah! Holy fuck," she gasped, "it's been so long since I had a real dick..." She huffed and yelped as Winter delivered a firm smack to her ass. "Oh, come now, dear," she teased, her voice filled with lust, "is that how you should treat a lady like myself? We've only just met. You haven't even told me your name yet, or should I call you 'Master' like this bitch beneath us?" Her speech was punctuated by moans of pleasure as she felt the weight of his body pressing down on her with every deep and powerful thrust.

Winter relentlessly pounded his cock into her pussy, punctuating each powerful thrust with a slap to her ass, which grew redder and more sensitive under his firm hand. He yanked her tail roughly with each movement, the sharp tug sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. "I am King Winter to you," he growled, his voice thick with desire. "Yes, you should call me master, and never, ever correct your master," he continued, driving the point home with each word. "Understood, slut?" His eyes bore into hers, demanding absolute submission. Despite her whimpers of pleasure, she still seemed to need further conditioning to fully embrace her submissive role.

Each time Winter forcefully thrust his manhood into her welcoming depths, a noticeable bulge formed on Jerboa's abdomen, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her. Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she finally received the affirmation she had been craving. "King Winter," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "That does have a rather... appealing sound to it..."

Jerboa leaned over, her eyes gleaming with a mix of excitement and trepidation as she pinned Snowfall's arms beneath her. "If your intention is to make me as obedient as this Icewing," she managed to say between moans, "then cease. I may not fully understand what is transpiring here, but I am quite content with the arrangement. I wish to offer my undying loyalty to you. I am yours to command, Master," she panted, sincerity lacing her words as she gazed up at him.

Winter's sharp eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing through the veil of passion to scrutinize her thoughts. He found no deceit, only a genuine willingness to serve. The dragoness's clever mind had realized the power dynamics at play, and she had chosen to embrace them. She enjoyed the fervent lovemaking, and her submission to him was as genuine as the pleasure she derived from their union.

Winter's lips curled into a knowing smirk as he delved into the depths of her mind, discovering the genuine honesty that lay within her thoughts. However, despite her sincerity, he had no intention of taking any chances. He had a plan in motion, a dark secret that would transform her very essence. As he contemplated the extent of his control, he decided to indulge in a game of deception, at least for the moment. "Oh, you're such a good girl," he murmured, his voice thick with anticipation. "Perhaps I will keep you just like this, once I've bred you," he taunted, hinting at the insatiable sexual cravings that would soon consume her.

Winter's meticulous planning had indeed paid off, as Jerboa soon acknowledged with a sultry smile. "But I still wish to reside on my beach in peace," she purred, her body quivering with each powerful thrust. "I won't stir up any trouble, but I do crave the company of this delectable slut from time to time. Would that be acceptable to you, Master?" Her voice was a symphony of desire, and her pussy had grown wet and welcoming, providing a snug embrace for his engorged member after a good few minutes of passionate lovemaking. She tilted her head upwards, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief, and placed a tender kiss upon his cheek. "You, my sovereign," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin, "please bestow upon me the gift of your seed. I'm a barren vessel, but this body," she traced a delicate line along her own form, "is a masterpiece created solely for your pleasure."

Winter's grunts and groans echoed in the room as he focused on the rhythmic pounding of his cock against her g-spot. He pondered her proposition, weighing the potential risks and rewards. On one hand, she was undeniably clever and powerful, yet on the other, unsupervised, she could pose a formidable threat. Despite his reservations, he found solace in the belief that she prioritized self-preservation above all else. If she turned on him, her existence would be nothing but an endless nightmare.

With a final, deep thrust, he made his decision. "You can stay here," he grunted, his voice strained with exertion, "but only under one condition. You must take all of my cum and keep it inside you, like a good little slut." The intensity of his words matched the force of his actions, reinforcing his dominance.

Jerboa's pleasure grew more intense, and she found herself approaching climax. With a swift and agile movement, she slid a talon down to her sensitive clit and started rubbing it vigorously, while Winter continued to pound her g-spot with unrelenting force. "Y-yes Master," she moaned, her voice trembling with anticipation. "Oh fuck, I'm so close!" Her eyes rolled back in pure ecstasy as she reached the peak of her climax. Her vaginal walls clenched around his member with the strength of a vice, and a torrent of femcum spilled out of her, coating his cock. "Skies above," she gasped, her body quivering with delight. "Please, fill me with your seed!"

"Oh, you have no idea how much I'm going to stuff you," Winter murmurs, his voice thick with lust. He glances down at the trembling Icewing beneath him, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "Just ask the slut under you." he continues, his breath hot against her neck. He pounds her pussy aggressively, each thrust driving her closer to the brink. With a wicked smirk, he shoves his entire cock deep inside her, feeling her body tighten around him. Then, with a low growl, he starts pumping his ice-cold seed into her warm, welcoming depths. Her moans fill the air, a symphony of desire that only fuels his own passion. Each pump is a declaration of his dominance, a claiming of her body in the most primal way possible. His movements are deliberate, powerful, and unyielding, as he fills her with his frigid essence, a stark contrast to the heat that burns between them. The ocean is silenced with the slick sounds of their union, a testament to the intensity of their carnally-driven dance. Her body arches and trembles beneath him, a living manifestation of the ecstasy that he is wringing from her with every stroke.

Jerboa clutches her breasts tightly as she experiences the sudden eruption of Winter's cold semen from the tip of his penis, filling her womb with a substantial volume of his chilly seed. The sensation causes her to gasp, her body instantly responding with another wave of pleasure as she climaxes once more, her warm fluids mixing with the cold invader. Her abdomen expands slightly, the sound of the cum sloshing within her echoing as she struggles to catch her breath, the evidence of their union clearly visible on his shaft.

Winter finally finishes climaxing and then he pulls out, leaving the two sluts on the beach. He walks down a bit, then looks back at Jerboa. "Jerboa," he calls to her, his voice carrying across the sand, "come over here." His gaze is filled with urgency as he wishes to know the fastest route to Pantalia.

Jerboa lay on top of Snowfall for a brief moment, her chest heaving as she enjoyed the most intense sexual experience of her life. Carefully, she dismounted the Icewing, her legs wobbling slightly from the exertion and excitement. She approached Winter with a submissive posture, her cheeks flushed with an unmistakable blush. "Y-yes, my King?" she inquired, her voice trembling slightly, a clear indication of her unwavering loyalty to him.

Winter, his gaze shifting to meet hers, asked, "What is the fastest way to Pantalia?" His tone was earnest, revealing his desire to bring the conversation to a swift conclusion. He had no intention of prolonging the discussion beyond what was necessary.

Jerboa immediately grasped Winter's intentions as soon as he posed that question. In order to maintain her cover and not betray him, she played along. "Ah, the most direct route," she replied thoughtfully. "I actually have a map in my hut. We prepared copies for the Pantalan tribes to visit us and for us to visit them as well. Allow me to retrieve it for you." With a swiftness that matched the creature she was named after, Jerboa dashed into her hut and returned moments later with an unfurled scroll. She handed it to Winter, revealing a detailed map of the archipelago that clearly marked the necessary islands to pass by for him to reach the distant continent.

Winter gently took the map from the table, his eyes flickering with a mix of urgency and concern. He sent a silent, mental message to Lynx, his trusted companion, "Keep an eye on Jerboa; she isn't like the others." He paused for a brief moment, allowing the weight of his words to linger in the air. "She claims she is loyal, but she isn't a mindless slut," he continued, hinting at a depth of understanding that went beyond mere observation. Once the message was conveyed, Winter's thoughts were abruptly pulled back to the physical world, leaving behind the ethereal connection he shared with Lynx.

"Thank you, Jerboa," he spoke aloud, his voice carrying a tinge of finality. "I will be back hopefully in a few weeks." He then turned his gaze upon the group, his expression firming into a command. "Snowfall, make sure Jerboa stays in line." With the order given, he swiftly turned and began his journey towards Pantalia, his stride long and purposeful as he disappeared into the horizon.

"My King," Jerboa spoke sincerely, "please, do not concern yourself with me. I shall remain on this secluded beach, as I have always been. There is no need for your worry..." Despite her earnest tone, Winter couldn't shake his doubts.

As soon as he had taken his leave, the two females found themselves alone on the serene beachscape. Jerboa, ever eager to indulge in pleasure, had her sights set on her Queenly companion, Snowfall. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she approached the Icewing female who, despite her newfound responsibilities monitoring the Sandwing, was about to take on a more intimate role in their private encounters.

Jerboa, still brimming with desire, pulled Snowfall into the cozy confines of the nearby hut. The transformation had granted the latter a body ripe for exploration, and Jerboa was more than eager to conduct her experiments. The once regal Icewing queen now found herself embracing a new identity, one that was more receptive to the intense physical connection that lay before her.

Their private sanctuary shielded them from the outside world, allowing the two to delve into a realm of passion and discovery. Each touch and caress was a testament to their deepening bond, transcending the boundaries of their species and societal roles. In this intimate dance of dominance and submission, Snowfall willingly surrendered to Jerboa's desires, becoming the eager participant in their sensual escapade.

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Winter arrived at Pantalia's beaches as evening descended. Of course, he had utilized his powers to expedite his journey; the thought of flying for days held little appeal. Looking around, he took in the unfamiliar surroundings. Before him stretched rolling savannahs, while in the distance, vast forests beckoned—these were not the treacherous, poisonous jungles he had been warned about. He observed tall wooden structures that stood out, resembling a tree, which he deduced to be the hives that were once the center of all the power but not just thrived in the area. Pantalia, though still recovering, presented a landscape of stark contrasts.

The hive that Winter discovered was known as the Jewel Hive, widely regarded as the most stunning of the seven Hives located on the continent. Despite the late evening hour, with only a scattering of dragons gliding through the air, the area remained vibrant. As Winter approached, a group of SilkWings swiftly descended toward him, their excitement palpable. Their attire, intricately crafted from woven leaves, included delicate bras that complemented their figures, loincloths that offered modesty, and panties that clung to their hindquarters.

One of the males in the group spoke up, his voice brimming with astonishment. "Wow! Could you possibly be one of the dragons from the distant continent?" His question hung in the air, echoing the curiosity of those surrounding him. A female SilkWing, standing intimately close to the male, shared in his amazement.

Winter, weary from the long journey, was invited to a nearby village. The villagers' kindness was evident as they offered him respite. "You must be utterly exhausted from your flight," the male said empathetically. "Our humble village is just a few minutes from here. Please, come with us!"

Winter's expression grew solemn as he was spotted. He had urgent matters to attend to, including a visit to a particular former queen, but he concealed his annoyance. It was not his usual territory, so cooperation was essential for the time being. "Indeed," he replied with feigned warmth, a smile playing across his lips, "I am quite weary and could certainly benefit from a meal. However, I don't wish to impose; I should really be on my way." Perhaps his polite evasion would grant him a swift exit from this unexpected encounter.

"Oh, please!" she exclaimed. "You're the first other continent dragon we've seen! You'll be fine, I assure you." The dragons then proceeded to advance slowly towards him, seemingly unbothered by his reassuring smile. The females among them couldn't help but cast admiring glances at his physique, making it quite clear to Winter that this was a situation from which he would not easily, if at all, extricate himself.

As Winter's wings dropped, the young king took a cautious step back. The unfamiliar dragon's scales were an icy blue, and despite their seemingly friendly demeanor, he felt a twinge of apprehension. "You have never encountered an IceWing before, have you?" the dragon inquired, his voice a cool whisper in the still air. He could sense the tension rising and lashed his tail, a clear sign of his discomfort with the approaching figures.

Their eyes met, and the IceWing spoke again, this time with a hint of defiance. "Because if you did, you wouldn't be slowly advancing on me like that. In my culture, it's seen as a declaration of combat." His gaze remained sharp and unwavering, watching the dragons approach with suspicion.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to clarify the situation. "I mean no harm. Just lead me to your place," he requested, his tone firm but even. He hoped to convey his peaceful intentions while still maintaining an air of respect for the potential territorial boundary he might be crossing. The dragon's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing the newcomer's sincerity before finally nodding in understanding.

The tension eased a bit, but the IceWing's posture remained guarded. He was ready to respond if the dragons continued to advance, his muscles tense and wings at the ready. The group slowed their approach, seemingly acknowledging his words, and one of the dragons took the lead, gesturing with a flick of his tail for the IceWing to follow. With a cautious nod, the IceWing fell into step behind them, his eyes darting around the unfamiliar landscape as they made their way to the dragons' lair.

The SilkWings appeared to pose no threat, and they gazed at Winter in confusion when he assumed a defensive stance. "Um, no, we haven't," the male SilkWing said, his eyes widening as he observed Winter's posture. "We...just said you're the first dragon we've seen from the other contingent," he added, his tone filled with curiosity. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his brow furrowing in puzzlement. "Anyways," he continued, gesturing with one of his delicate wings, "just follow me." The SilkWings then unfurled their four wings, displaying an array of vibrant colors that shimmered in the sunlight, and began to ascend gracefully into the air, guiding Winter towards their quaint, secluded village nestled among the treetops.

Winter took off and followed the group, meticulously employing his irresistible charm on the female birds as he soared through the air. He cast suggestive glances in their direction and proudly displayed his vibrant plumage to them, ensuring they were captivated by his allure. Meanwhile, he remained cunningly discreet around the males, maintaining their oblivion to his flirtatious intentions.

The single females looked back at him, their leafy attire fluttering as they hurried towards the village. "You see," the male explained to Winter, "this village is actually going to encompass the Silkwing castle, or should I say, cocoon?" He offered a brief, insightful commentary on the unfolding development in Pantala.

He nods, just wanting to get this over with. "I hope you don't mind if I don't stay the night," he said as he went so far as to brush wings gently with a few of the females. "I don't need that much rest, but some food would be really nice." His eyes searched the area, hinting at his hunger.

"Please, stay the night," the male said as the females lightly squeaked when Winter brushed his wings against theirs. "We don't know how long it took for you to get to Pantala, but it must've been days!" Their eyes glowed with a warm hospitality. "Besides, Lady Luna would enjoy seeing someone like you," he added with a smile, gesturing towards the soon to be grand castle in the distance where the moon's soft light reflected off its gleaming towers.

Winter frowned, truly not wishing to prolong his visit. The longer he remained, the more difficult it would become to assert his dominion in this foreign land. However, he couldn't ignore the persistent invitation. He gracefully touched down with the group in the quaint town they called home. "I regret to inform you, but I have pressing matters that require my immediate attention," he announced to the female host, her curiosity and anticipation evident in her gaze. "I shall partake in your meal, and then, unfortunately, I must continue on my journey."

"Ugh, fine," the male said with a touch of annoyance, accepting Winter's words. The females in the group began to fly closer to Winter, their eyes shining with admiration as they took in the details of his robust body and powerful muscles. Once they had all landed, Winter took a moment to survey the small village laid out before them. It was surprisingly large, comparable in size to some of the major Icewing settlements he had visited in the kingdom. The male Silkwing, who had been speaking earlier, announced to the gathering crowd, "We have a guest from the other continent!" This revelation sparked immediate excitement, and several young Silkwings, their wings not yet fully developed, came rushing out of their homes, their curiosity piqued. They surrounded Winter, asking question after question in rapid succession.

Winter's usual demeanor was to smile and engage with the children, eagerly answering their curious questions and basking in the spotlight of their attention. However, today he was in a hurry and his expression was more serious than playful. "I'm sorry, kids," he began, his voice carrying a gentle tone despite the weariness in his eyes, "I've had a really long day and I need to eat and get going. But, I promise you, before I leave the village, I'll come back here and spend some time with you. I'll answer all of your questions, okay?" He offered them a warm smile, hoping to soften the blow of his briefness

"Now now, you little ones, leave the Icewing alone," a feminine voice called out. The kids pouted and obeyed, granting the Icewing some solitude. Upon hearing that he would return, they exclaimed their happiness. When Winter turned his head to the voice, he noticed Luna. Her scales, reminiscent of leaves in their beauty, gleamed in the light. Her golden-green wings reflected a warm glow as she approached the gathering of dragonets.

"Give him some space," she instructed the eager youngsters, "it's been a long day for him." Her gentle smile was contagious, and the dragonets reluctantly stepped back. "I don't think we've met before," she said as she drew closer to the Icewing. "Though, admittedly, sometimes all Icewings look the same to me." She giggled softly, a sweet sound that filled the air. Her body was adorned with loops of Flamesilk, which enhanced her natural radiance. Her figure was a graceful balance, with breasts slightly above average and curves that flowed elegantly.

"My name is Prince Winter," he said with a courteous nod, pausing briefly to correct himself. "I believe you've met my cousin, Queen Snowfall." He was careful with his words, as the grandeur of the court was not a setting where he could afford to be flippant. Winter recalled the fascinating tale Snowfall had shared with him about the unusual Silkwing who could produce fire silk. His eyes twinkled with curiosity as he smiled at her, keeping his gaze respectfully fixed on her face.

"Oh, Winter!" exclaimed Luna, as she swiftly approached the dragon and embraced him in a warm and sudden hug. "You might not recall, but I am the one who first arrived in Pyrrhia, quite by accident, I assure you," she added with a touch of embarrassment. Her eyes searched his for any glimmer of recognition. "Moon has spoken to me about you on many occasions, but it's been an awfully long time since I last heard from her. Can you tell me, is she faring well?" she inquired with genuine concern.
Winter's body stiffened slightly as he returned the embrace, savoring the sensation of her breasts pressing against his chest. "Don't worry, Moon is doing well," he assured her, a warm smile playing on his lips. "I've heard so much about you, and I'd love to spend more time with you. But first, I really need to grab something to eat, and then I must be on my way."

"That's good to hear," she said, smiling warmly as she guided Winter towards the large hut she had emerged from. "And yes, you must be hungry. A meal would be perfect before you set out again."

Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she inquired, "Where are you heading, if it's not too much to ask?" The hut stood tall and welcoming, with intricate designs woven into its silken exterior that reflected the soft glow of the moonlight. Inside, the scent of a hearty meal filled the air, hinting at the comforts that awaited the weary traveler.

"I see," she replied, nodding thoughtfully as she listened to Winter's response. "All the SilkWings here look up to me, considering what you've done for them. Saving the world is quite the accomplishment, even if I feel it's an overstatement."

Her gentle laughter echoed through the hut, a sound that seemed to mingle with the crackling fire in the hearth. She had seen the way the other SilkWings regarded their visitor, their faces alight with admiration and hope. It was clear that Winter had an indelible mark on their hearts and minds, one that was far from an exaggeration.

"On second thought, I might stay the night as well," he smirked, contemplating the possibility. Perhaps he could start with Luna, who held a significant amount of authority as a major figure among the Silkwings. She was practically their queen. "May I join you for dinner, and perhaps the night?" He inquired, flipping a switch to activate his irresistible charm, tailored specifically for the female standing before him.

"Oh, of course you can stay for the night and eat," she said, her tone reflecting her naturally welcoming disposition rather than any particular enchantment by his charm. She explained, "We have some carnivore meals prepared for such occasions. Although it's not typical for us, sometimes Leafwings come to visit, and we like to accommodate their dietary preferences."

With a graceful wave of her wings, she gestured for him to follow her into the tent. Inside, the space was cozy and well-organized, with a large, low resting table surrounded by plush cushions. The light within the tent flickered gently, casting a warm glow across the surfaces. "Please, have a seat," she offered, her voice filled with genuine hospitality. "I'll just go and get some things ready for you."

The table was already set with an array of unfamiliar dishes that spoke of a cuisine tailored to the tastes of the exotic guests they occasionally hosted. Winter took in the sight, his curiosity piqued by the prospect of sampling the unique fare that was clearly not part of their usual diet. "I hope you enjoy the food," she added with a smile. "Hunting Rhino isn't something we do often, but we've learned to adapt for our visitors."

Her movements were swift and efficient as she disappeared behind a curtain, leaving Winter to ponder the complexities of their lifestyle and the adaptability required to maintain peaceful relations with other dragon species. The scent of the meal grew stronger, a blend of unidentifiable meats and spices that made his stomach rumble with anticipation. As he settled into the comfortable embrace of the cushions, he couldn't help but feel a sense of wonder at the unexpected hospitality he had stumbled upon in this secluded glade.

Upon entering the cozy area of her hut, he deftly applied a touch of his magical charm. He gently sat down, ensuring not to startle her. "Thank you for welcoming me," he began, flashing a charming smile. His eyes, a captivating shade of blue, bore into hers as he continued, "If you wish, I can demonstrate my hunting techniques later on." He offered this with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "Or, perhaps, you might prefer to join me in a more private setting?" His voice was a soft caress, and it was clear that his enchanting allure was now beginning to work its magic on her.

Luna took a moment to appreciate Winter as a dragon. She graciously declined his offer with a smile, saying, "Oh, Winter, you don't have to do that, but I appreciate the gesture." As she accepted the food, she swayed her hips back and forth in a playful manner, humming a tune to herself. However, when she turned and their gazes met, she was nearly startled by his words. With a gentle grip, she managed to maintain her hold on the plates, averting a potential disaster.

After setting the plates down, she paused to gather her thoughts. "I wouldn't mind joining you in private," she began, her voice softening, "but I should let you know that I do have a mate." Her expression grew solemn as she shared the details of her relationship. "He wasn't present when we first met, due to the Othermind, but he's incredibly kind and has a wonderful sense of humor." She took a deep breath, her eyes reflecting her concern. "Currently, he's in the treacherous Poison Jungle, assisting the LeafWings in their efforts to evacuate the area."

Winter smiles warmly, never breaking eye contact with Luna. "I want you to forget about him for now," he says softly, his voice a gentle command that resonates deep within her. He casually picks up a plate and starts to eat, subtly flexing his muscles. The sight of his powerful physique sends a tremor of excitement through Luna's body.

With a deft and unnoticed use of his magical abilities, Winter delves into the depths of Luna's mind, skillfully weaving his enchantment to amplify her desires. "Trust me," he whispers, his breath hot against her ear, "when I'm done with you, you will forget all about him." His words are spoken with a confidence that is almost hypnotic, and Luna finds herself consumed by a singular thought: the overwhelming need to have this imposing Icewing in her bed, all other concerns fading away into the background.

Luna commenced eating nervously, her heart pounding vigorously in her chest as she blushed a deep shade of crimson. Her gaze flickered towards his muscles and figure, finding it impossible to avert her eyes from the irresistible allure of his sexually appealing body. A sudden sense of relaxation washed over her, and she found her attention solely captured by the tranquil hum of Winter's comforting words. An involuntary shiver ran through her as she felt her pussy start to glisten with arousal, the warmth seeping through her leaf panties. "I-I... don't know what you mean, Winter..." she stammered, her voice quivering as she bit her lip, a feeble attempt to conceal the burgeoning desire that his presence had kindled within her. Her curiosity piqued, she found herself questioning the nature of these unanticipated sensations.

Winter smirked and, after finishing his food, continued to pull at her arousal, eager to drive her to the brink of desperation. He openly admired her body as she ate, offering a seductive smirk of his own. "Oh, I think you know exactly what I mean," he murmured, his voice a low, tantalizing purr. He leaned closer to her face and gently brushed her talon with his cold talon, never breaking eye contact.

Her eating was shaky, as her snatch began to burn with an aching need. Typically, Swordtail was the one to satisfy her, but on this particular occasion, he was not present. Instead, the big, handsome Icewing took his place. She avoided eye contact with him, her face flushed with a deep blush. When he placed a cold talon gently on hers, something within her snapped.

With an urgent tug, she grabbed hold of Winter's wrist and pulled him through the concealed entry of a tarp. Beyond it lay her private chamber, an intimate space crafted from the finest silken threads. "W-Winter..." she stuttered, the words tumbling out in a rush of passion. "I fucking need this!" Her voice was desperate, her horniness a stark contrast to the usual comfort of Swordtail's embrace. "My heat is as intense as my Flamesilk! I crave your cold body..."

Her voice trailed off, leaving the raw intensity of her desire hanging in the air. The room itself seemed to pulse with the heat of her passion, the silken threads of her bedroom glowing faintly with the warmth of her arousal. Winter, ever the stoic warrior, felt the pull of her need and allowed himself to be drawn into the intimate dance that awaited them.

Winter smirked, and he knew that as soon as she spoke those words, her fate was sealed. He was going to use her, just like the other mind had used the rest of the SilkWings. In a flash, Winter had her pinned down beneath him on her leafy bed.

"Why don't you beg for me like a good girl?" he said, as he began to run his cold talons all along her body. His large cock emerged from its sheath, and he reveled in the power he had over her. He delved deeper into her mind, pulling at her arousal with a masterful grip. His intention was to transform her into a willing servant before he even took her physically.

Luna gasped as the Icewing was suddenly on top of her. His strong arms pinned hers to the bed, and she felt a shiver of his dominance, reminiscent of the countless times Swordtail had held her in a similar embrace. However, she didn't want to think about Swordtail in this moment. Her focus was solely on the white dragon before her. His cold touch sent a jolt of sensation through her body, making her shudder with anticipation. "O-oh, Clearsight," she begged, her voice trembling with desire. "Please, Winter, fill me with your dragon seed. I'm so hot and needy, I want to be fucked silly!"

Winter tightened his icy grip around her neck with his talon as he forcefully penetrated her with his entire phallus. Without allowing her any time to adjust to the sudden intrusion, he began to thrust into her vagina mercilessly. His gaze remained fixed on her eyes, determined to exert total dominion over her psyche. "You now belong to me and my empire," he declared, his voice resonating within her skull, "and you will facilitate the liberation of all these heretics according to my will." As he uttered these words, she found her thoughts overwhelmed, unable to form coherent thoughts of her own as Winter relentlessly drove his frigid member deep within her.

Her breath hitched as his cold talon wrapped around her throat and squeezed before he slammed his massive cock into her pussy, stretching her womb immediately. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, her snatch tightening its grip on his shaft as it pistoned in and out of her with rapid, relentless strokes. Luna felt her mind succumbing to the overwhelming sensation, her thoughts consumed entirely by Winter's dominance and his powerful member. Clarity eluded her, but she reveled in every second of the delirious pleasure. "Yes! Yes, I belong to you, Winter! I am nothing but your fuck toy. Use me, make my body a slutty, useless whore!" she screamed, her voice trembling with desperation. Her orgasm hit its peak, her body convulsing as the intensity of her pleasure surged through her.

"Yes, you are," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, "and you will show the rest of the SilkWings who your true ruler is." He paused, feeling her pussy clench tightly around his cock as she climaxed. Despite her submission, he knew she was not truly his yet. Perhaps he would claim her fully as his royal slut once his empire was secure. For now, he focused on tightening his talon around her neck, becoming increasingly aggressive with each powerful thrust.

"Yes! Yes! You rule me, Winter! Gah! Don't fucking stop, please!" Luna exclaimed breathlessly as she was choked, gasping for air while Winter relentlessly pounded her pussy, pushing her towards a climax that seemed to consume her entire being. Her thoughts were a blur of ecstasy, and she was fully devoted to him, her body responding only to his touch. Winter's cock satisfied her ravenous heat more intensely than anyone else, making her feel alive in a way she hadn't known was possible. Her vision grew hazy, her consciousness fading into the background as he dominated her. Her body succumbed to his power, and she climaxed once more. She didn't care if she lost consciousness; all she craved was the cold release of his cum, the seed of her adored Master filling her completely.

"Beg for my cum like a dumb whore," he said, latching his teeth around her neck and biting down. He continued to pound her pussy with an intensity that was unmatched. His goal was clear: to fill her so completely that his cum would be forced to shoot out of her mouth as he clamped his teeth down, leaving no doubt that she belonged to him. He drew a bit of blood as he marked her, emphasizing his ownership.
Luna's voice spiked as Winter sunk his large teeth into her neck, claiming her as his own personal slut. Her eyes seemed to fade slightly as her mind ceased to function beyond serving Winter and his desires. "M-master," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need, "I crave your seed. I wish to be nothing more than your devoted plaything. I beg of you, fill me so completely that I won't be able to walk. I need to embody the essence of a slut for you!"

With a triumphant roar, Winter slammed into her, his powerful frame colliding with hers as he unleashed all his might. His frigid touch delved deep within her, sending a shockwave of cold through her core. His icy-cold seed erupted from his pulsing cock, filling her womb with an arctic blast. "Ah, don't worry," he grinned maliciously, "you will become a slut, but for now, I still need you to control the Silkwings." Each time he thrust, a new rope of his freezing cum shot into her, a stark contrast to the warmth that usually accompanied such an intimate act. His dominance was unmistakable, and she could feel the power behind his words as his icy essence claimed her body, one shuddering spurt at a time.

Luna felt an overwhelming sense of relief as Winter's cold semen flooded her womb, a stark contrast to the fiery heat she had been experiencing. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth hung open, and her tongue lolled out against the bed, leaving a trail of saliva on the sheets. Her body quivered as she took in the cold, thick fluid, stretching her insides more than any dragon, regardless of its size, should ever be able to handle. The soft, crimson trails of blood from his bite trickled down her neck, painting a delicate picture of their recent passionate encounter. Her stomach bulged outwards dramatically with each powerful injection, showcasing the sheer volume of his release.

With his release still pulsing through her, he ceased his orgasmic onslaught and tenderly licked her wound. His intention was clear: to ensure she remained marked by him, forever bearing the evidence of their primal coupling. His grip on the back of her neck tightened. "Now, slut," he commanded, his voice a gruff whisper of dominance, "when I pull out, you make sure not a single drop escapes." He withdrew from her slowly, his eyes locked onto hers, a silent challenge that demanded obedience. As his length slid out, she felt the sticky warmth of their combined arousal, and she clenched her muscles to comply with his command. He waited, watching closely to ensure she kept her end of the bargain.

Winter's magic had assisted in healing her wound, though it bequeathed a permanent mark, serving as a constant reminder of her ownership. Luna's eyes grew wide with shock as Winter announced his intention to withdraw. There was not a shred of possibility that she would be capable of retaining his substantial semen. Upon his penis exiting her, she tensed and made a valiant effort to contain it, but within a minute, her body's limitations became clear as a torrent of thick cum erupted from her vagina, splattering onto the floor beneath the exhausted Silkwing. "I...I'm sorry, Master," she murmured, her voice ragged and submissive, "I failed you. I truly deserve punishment for being such a disobedient fuck toy..." Despite her best efforts to maintain his cum within, she had ultimately failed, and her failure was evident in the puddle forming at her feet. Winter felt a twinge of satisfaction at her response, but he also knew that she required further training to fully appreciate the value of his semen.
Winter's eyes flashed with anger as he growled, "You dumb bitch!" He couldn't believe she would dare to challenge him. He swiftly raised his tail, the thick, powerful appendage poised to deliver punishment. With a swift motion, he brought it down, the leathery tip striking her firmly across her bare ass. The sound echoed through the room, a clear indication of his dominance. "You will learn to treat my seed as the most precious resource, no matter what," he continued, his voice a low, menacing rumble. Each subsequent strike of his tail brought a painful crack to the air, the force of the impact causing her body to jolt slightly. He maintained a steady rhythm, determined to make sure she understood the severity of her mistake.

Luna gasped in pain as Winter's spiky tail made sharp contact with her backside. She whimpered uncontrollably, her eyes glistening with tears. "I'm sorry, Master!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with remorse. "I'll never spill your seed again! By Clearsight, I deserve to be punished!" Her claws dug deeply into the bed's fabric, leaving small rips as she squirmed under the impact. The once pristine sheets were now marred with the crimson evidence of her suffering, and the marks from the whips were becoming increasingly prominent on her now-blazing red skin.

"Good," he says, "now I have places to be. Your task is to show the rest of the Silkwings my ways." He begins to leave, then pauses, remembering something important. "Before I go, where is Wasp being held? I need her help to liberate this continent." His expression darkens as he smirks, fully aware of the hardships Wasp has inflicted upon the continent. "It would be so much easier for someone like her to undo everything they worked towards."

Luna paused, gasping for air as he ceased his relentless whipping, allowing her to slowly regain her composure as she sat up. She whispered through clenched teeth, "Y-yes, Master, I will teach the Silkwing the ways of your dominion..." Without missing a beat, she bent over and began to eagerly drink the cum that had spilled out of her, acting with the unthinking obedience of the perfect sexual servant she had been conditioned to be. "Wasp is being held in her own hive, located in the old Flamesilk chamber," she revealed, the words tumbling out of her mouth before she could consider the potential repercussions of her disclosure.

Winter took a moment to consider the situation before utilizing his magic to pinpoint the location of Wasp. Although he didn't actually require Luna's assistance, he was curious to see if she would remain subservient to his will. "Thank you, slut. Please clean up this mess," he instructed her, his voice carrying the authority of a master addressing his servant. Without waiting for a response, he turned and swiftly departed, his figure vanishing into the night as he made his way towards the place where Wasp was being held captive.

"Yes, Master," she said, her voice echoing with determination as she nodded in compliance. She knew her task was to ensure her living quarters were impeccable before proceeding with the second part of his command. Meanwhile, Winter's focus was solely on the destination ahead of him as he dashed towards the Wasp Hive, his footsteps fading into the distance. The urgency in his stride suggested that he had an important mission to carry out, leaving the girl to her own thoughts and the impending actions she had promised. The village remained oblivious to the unusual order given to the young girl, going about their daily routines, unaware of the unique challenge she faced in serving her master.

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The cell lay heavily guarded, surrounded by a contingent of Leafwings. Amongst them, the notable figure of Sundew could be seen standing vigilant. Upon Winter's arrival, however, he was met not by the Leafwing leader but by a duo of male sentinels, their eyes sharp and focused on the newcomer.

Winter didn't have time to attempt to charm his way in; instead, he cloaks himself with his magic and enters the area where Wasp is kept. He decloaks himself, then swiftly locks and soundproofs the room to ensure that nothing can enter or escape. He approaches the sole cell in the vicinity. "So, you are the legendary Wasp," he says, his voice carrying an ominous tone that would make even Darkstalker tremble.

The dragons abruptly looked around as the white dragon they had been observing suddenly vanished before their eyes. Winter, moving with stealth, slipped into the large chamber that had once been the dwelling place of the Flamesilks. Upon arriving, he found Wasp, who was confined in a cell. Wasp had grown significantly thinner and her once-vibrant scales were now tattered and worn from the harsh conditions of captivity. Age had also left its mark, as evidenced by the newfound wrinkles etching her once youthful visage. Despite the low, foreboding tone of the unseen speaker, she remained unfazed. Having endured the disheartening whispers of the lowly Leafwings guards, she had become accustomed to such sounds. "Who are you?" she inquired with a hint of defiance.

"My name is King Winter," he announced, his icy gaze piercing through the dimly lit cell. He paused for a moment before continuing, "and I have big plans for you." As he spoke, he reached for the rusty cell door, his movements deliberate and powerful. With a grating sound, the door swung open, revealing the prisoner inside. "It involves you ruling the continent again," he said, his voice echoing in the cold, damp chamber.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as he stepped closer, his regal presence seemingly at odds with the grim surroundings. His eyes swept over her body, noticing the bruises and malnourishment that marred her once-royal form. "But there are a few conditions that you must accept," he warned, his tone shifting to one of steel, "or I will dispose of you here and now."

Looking directly into her eyes, King Winter allowed no room for doubt or negotiation. The seriousness etched into his features was unmistakable. Despite the dire circumstances, the prisoner found herself feeling a flicker of hope—what could such a powerful being want from her?

"But there are a few conditions," he repeated, emphasizing each word, "that you must accept." He took a step closer, his serrated claws echoing on the stone floor. "I will not tolerate any opposition to my rule." His voice was low and menacing, leaving no room for misunderstanding. "If you agree to these terms, I will grant you the power and resources necessary to reclaim your throne."

The Wasp’s heart raced as she considered the offer. To be free, to once again feel the warmth of the sun on her face, and to regain the power she had lost—it was tempting. Yet, she knew the price could be high, and the consequences of failure, or betrayal, even higher.

"What would I have to do?" she asked tentatively, her voice barely a whisper.

King Winter's smile was cold and calculated. "You will serve as my puppet," he replied. "Your actions will be mine to command, your decisions dictated by my will."

Wasp lifted her head as Winter pushed open the cell door, the harsh light spilling in. She rose to her feet with a weary grace, a stark contrast to the grandeur of her queenly form. Her breasts, while not large, bore a striped pattern along her sides, hinting at the scarcity of food she'd endured. Her hips and thighs were substantial, each step she took causing them to wobble slightly. Time had etched lines into her face, lending it a regal yet slightly worn appearance.

"This is my continent," she declared, her voice a mix of anger and weariness. "I constructed this from nothing, and you wish to assist me in reclaiming it only to watch me file it away again? Preposterous!" Her gaze was sharp and unyielding, filled with a glower that seemed to challenge Winter's very essence.

With surprising speed, she launched herself at the Icewing, tail whipping through the air like a deadly serpent. The venom-tipped stinger at its end aimed straight for Winter, a silent testament to Wasp's readiness to fight for her throne. The air crackled with tension as the two adversaries faced off, the fate of the continent hanging in the balance of their volatile encounter.

Winter's voice boomed through the room as he barked, "Stop!" Wasp's body froze mid-lunge, her eyes wide with surprise. He took a moment to appreciate the form of the creature before him, her body sculpted by countless battles and the ravages of time. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he snapped his talons, and she transformed before his very eyes, appearing as she had in the prime of her life—youthful and vibrant, yet the years remained etched in her eyes, a silent testament to her experiences.

"That," Winter announced, his eyes gleaming with a mix of power and amusement, "was my gift to you." He strolled around her, his movements calculated to both intimidate and soothe. "I am not your enemy," he continued, "but rather your ally." His voice grew softer, more seductive as he spoke of his distant palace on another continent. "You will answer to me, of course, but for the most part, you will rule independently."

He paused, his gaze lingering on her newfound vitality. "But," he added, "there is one small twist."

Winter stepped closer, his talons brushing against her skin as he spoke. "I intend to claim you as my own. Your body will serve as a symbol of unity for this continent to follow." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "I have already started this process with Luna, the flamesilk that brought ruin to your empire. She has embraced my ways and will be a testament to the power of our alliance."

His intent was clear. He sought to win Wasp over, not just as a subject, but as a partner in his grand scheme. The transformation she had undergone was a gesture of goodwill, a promise of what could be if she chose to stand beside him rather than against him. "Together," he whispered, his breath cold against her cheek, "we can rebuild your empire and more."

Wasp's eyes widened as her body froze in place. Upon hearing Winter's command, she underwent a dramatic transformation. Her figure filled out, becoming more voluptuous and curvy; her ass and thighs rounded and firm, while her breasts nearly doubled in size, stretching her clothes to their limits until they ultimately gave way, leaving her bare before him. A rosy blush spread across her now youthful face, and she felt the weight of her new form as the fabric ripped away. She listened intently to Winter's words, her mind racing with thoughts of rebellion and submission.

Winter, hailing from the distant continent, ruled his lands with an iron fist, much like Wasp had done with hers. He spoke of his desire to control her, to make her his puppet, and she felt a sudden pang of recognition at the mention of the Othermind's dominance over her. Was this to be her fate, forever under the thrall of another's will? Her thoughts were interrupted by Winter's declaration of his intent to claim her body and reshape the continent in his lustful image. He revealed that Luna, another powerful figure, had already succumbed to his seductive influence.

A wry smile tugged at the corners of Wasp's lips as she considered the irony of the situation. Her previous methods of control had been cerebral and manipulative, but perhaps there was a certain allure to the raw, primal power that Winter wielded. "It seems you've made quite the headway," she conceded, acknowledging Luna's fall to his charms. "My previous methods of enslaving the Silkwings had their merits, but if your way results in a continent of passionate, eager subjects, then perhaps it's an opportunity to explore a new form of dominance." With a nod of submission, she accepted his proposal. "Alright, King Winter. I accept your terms."

The air was thick with tension as they faced each other, Wasp's newfound nakedness a stark reminder of the shift in power dynamics between them. She knew that her future, and that of the Silkwings, now rested in the cold embrace of this formidable ice dragon.

Winter's gaze met hers as he realized the fate of Pantalia was now sealed with her acceptance. He gracefully circled back to her front and admired her now healthy body, the chilly air lingering around him from his previous spell. Carefully, he unfroze her, swiftly catching her to prevent her from slamming into the cold, hard stone wall and potentially harming her voluptuous figure. "You won't truly be my puppet," he assured her with a sly smirk, "you will still be able to act on your own accord. However, your mind will be slightly altered to align with the laws of my empire. I have no intention of being another oppressive force within your thoughts." His cock emerged eagerly, a testament to his desire. "Now, why don't you get on your knees for me?" he purred, his voice a seductive command.

Wasp let out a gasp of surprise as she unfroze and found herself hurtling towards the opposing wall. Winter, with a sudden and surprising show of strength, managed to catch her before she made impact. His claws, though cold to the touch, brought an odd sense of comfort to her. A blush spread across her cheeks as she felt an unexpected excitement surging through her. It had been an eternity since she last enjoyed the company of a male in such an intimate manner.

"Th-thank you, King Winter," she stuttered, her voice filled with a mix of relief and anticipation as she realized she retained control over her own mind and body. The slight modification to her state had left her feeling a bit more... exposed, perhaps even more receptive to his advances.

Her eyes traveled down to his reptilian appendage, and she couldn't help but let out a whispered exclamation. "It's huge!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with awe and a hint of trepidation. Her body was tense, a blend of fear and arousal, as she dropped to her hands and knees, presenting herself to him. Her Hivewing pussy glistened with desire, and she watched with bated breath as Winter's cock grew harder before her very eyes.

Don't worry," I'm sure a dragoness of your talents can handle such a cock," Winter assured her, his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and excitement. He gently wrapped his powerful, cold talons around her horns, his touch sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Pressing the tip of his icy phallus against her soft, parted lips, he whispered, "Open wide, I promise you'll love every moment of this." His voice was almost gentle, a stark contrast to the dominance his size and strength usually conveyed.

Taking a deep, calming breath, she watched as Winter carefully positioned himself. "J-just, please be gentle," she whispered, her voice quivering with a hint of innocence. "It's been so long..." The expression on her face reflected the fear of being dominated as the Othermind had done before. "Winter, I..." She paused, her eyes filled with anxiety. "I don't think I can do this. I'm too scared..." Despite her softly spoken words, her body remained rigid, bracing against the possibility of his entry.

Winter saw Wasp for who she was. She wasn't a power hungry dictator but rather a dragon controlled by something else, now broken and lost, but Winter still had to be stern with her. "If you don't do it willingly," he says with a stern expression, "then I will have no choice but to control you like the other minds. I assure you, you will not lose yourself in my empire; you will just have different views on sex." He frowns, not wanting to force her, but knowing what he must do to solidify his empire on this continent. Then, releasing his grip on her horns, he suggests, "What if I have you be a power bottom?"

She let out a whimper as the fear of becoming a mindless drone, like those controlled by the Othermind, loomed over her. However, Winter's assurance that only her views on sex would change had an unexpectedly tantalizing effect, sounding almost appealing to her. He questioned her ability to power bottom, and she responded by shaking her head. "I—no, Winter," she murmured, her voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nerves. She lowered her gaze, taking a moment to gather her courage. With a deep breath, she reached back and carefully spread her cheeks apart with both hands. "J-just put it in quickly," she instructed, her voice quivering, "even if my body says no..."

Winter sighed, knowing that under usual circumstances, he would assert his dominance without hesitation. However, his current situation required the assistance of Wasp, so he approached her with a new strategy. Carefully, he positioned himself behind her before climbing onto her body. In a swift, decisive motion, he pushed his entire erection into her, filling her completely and immediately beginning to thrust at a rapid pace. He held her down firmly, his voice a commanding whisper in her ear. "Then take my cock like a good girl," he instructed, his breath cold against her cheek.

Wasp whined as she felt his length again, tightly clenching her eyes shut before they snapped open as his cold, icy dick penetrated her. "GAH FUCK!" she exclaimed, her walls stretching to accommodate his imposing girth. Her neck was then firmly pinned to the floor, along with one arm, as Winter began to thrust into her with a relentless rhythm, reducing her to a state of utter submission. "Ohh... hah... k-keep going Winter, p-please..." she murmured softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

With a powerful smack, he struck her buttocks, his thrusts becoming increasingly intense and rapid as she neglected to address him with the titles he desired. His face contorted with frustration, he slapped her again. "You will refer to me as your king," he growled, "and you had better not forget it, or you will live to regret it."

Her ass jiggles slightly as she gasps. Her eyes are rolled back, revealing the intense pleasure as his cock vigorously pushes past her cervix and into her womb. "Ahh! I-I'm s-sorry, my King..." she stammers, the words barely leaving her lips as she grapples with her conflicting emotions. Winter's dominance is evident in his relentless thrusts, and he is determined to eliminate the last vestiges of her defiant mindset. Her subconscious clings to the dictatorial identity she once knew, but he is steadfast in his pursuit of her complete submission to him.

Winter relentlessly pounded her pussy, simultaneously weaving a complex web of magic to delve into the depths of her psyche. He sought to intensify her authoritarian inclinations, yet paradoxically, he coaxed her into a state of absolute submission to his will alone. Despite his desire for her to one day rule, he knew that she needed to first acknowledge him as her sovereign. As he grew more vigorous in his thrusts, he urged her to embrace her newfound subservience. "That's it," he murmured with a smirk, his voice resonating in the quiet room, "worship your rightful king." His hips pistoned into her with increasing fervor, each powerful collision punctuating his words and driving her closer to the edge of oblivion.

Wasp's mind swirled into a haze of intense lust and desperate need as her vaginal walls tightly gripped his colossal penis. Despite this overwhelming sensation, she felt a peculiar craving to regain control over the continent. "Ahh! M-my King," she exclaimed breathlessly, "you feel so incredible within me. Please, Master, I yearn to experience sex once more. I long to remember the sensation of a dragon's climax filling me up!"

Winter smirked, her eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and submission. She focused her thoughts, ensuring her mind remained attuned to his every command, shaping herself into an obedient slut exclusively for him. This transformation would not diminish her rule over Pantalia; rather, it would establish a new hierarchy where she remained in power, yet there was a dominant presence above her to which she would willingly submit.

Feeling the tug on her tail, she gasped as he thrust into her, the icy coldness of his seed contrasting sharply with the burning heat of their passionate union. He began to pump her full of his potent essence, his hips moving in a powerful rhythm that echoed his primal need to claim her.

"Take all my seed," he growled, his voice a feral rumble that reverberated through her body. "You corrupt whore!" His words were both a declaration of ownership and a dark endearment, acknowledging the depth of her depravity and the thrill it brought him.

"NYAHH!" Her walls tightly gripped his member, and her tongue rolled out of her mouth in a full ahegao expression. Oh, how right Winter was; sex truly was amazing. She craved for it to continue, her pussy brimming with pleasure— "GYAAAH!" Wasp climaxed as Winter abruptly filled her with his massive, creamy load. Her belly ballooned excessively, drooping to the ground in a wet, sloshing mess. "Yes, my King," she panted. "Your cum feels so exquisite as it fills me up..."

He finally ceases his orgasm and delivers a firm smack to her posterior. "Now, before you can claim your throne, I require you to give me a blowjob, just as I requested," he commands with a smug smile. He strides around to face her, pressing his penis insistently against her lips. This time, she resolves not to resist; she knows that should she do so, his subsequent treatment will not be as kind. His grip tightens around her horns, serving as both a guide and a silent threat.

Her cheek still stinging from Winter's powerful slap, she gently massaged the giant red imprint on her ass. Looking up at him with a mix of excitement and apprehension, her breath coming in short, erotic gasps, she took in the sight of his towering cock. With a knowing smile, she leaned forward, her lips eagerly parting to engulf the tip. Carefully, she wrapped her long, sharp talons around the base of his shaft and began to stroke him rhythmically, her movements matching the tempo of her sucks. As she took in the first quarter of his member, her eyes fluttered shut, savoring the taste and the power she held in her mouth.

With a sudden jolt, he employed her horns, slamming her head forward and initiating a vigorous face-fucking motion. He moaned with pleasure as he caught a glimpse of her ample, rounded breasts bouncing with the impact. "That's a good girl," he encouraged, "deep-throat my cock. Take it all. Make me feel good."

"GMLRRK!" Wasp's eyes widened in shock as she placed her talons on Winter's thighs to stabilize herself. She gagged on his cold, hard length, her massive breasts moving back and forth as Winter's thrusts ravaged her face.

Winter pushed hard, pulling her head towards him without an ounce of mercy as he forced his cold, stiff member down her throat. "That's a good girl," he moaned, "suck it real good." He could feel her wet mouth enveloping his shaft, and with each thrust, the sound of her gagging filled the air.

Her eyes twitched as she choked on his member, her throat enveloping his cock and constricting around it, eager to milk him of every drop of his seed. Her mind grew increasingly hazy as her desire intensified with each passing moment. "Grrlk...grrrk!" she gagged and squealed with every forceful thrust Winter delivered, the sounds echoing in the room like a symphony of carnality. Her hands instinctively reached up to caress the bulge in her neck, which grew more prominent with each powerful stroke, her moans escalating to match the rhythm of his dominance. The pleasure was almost unbearable as she succumbed to the raw, primal urges that had been awakened within her, her body moving in harmony with his.

He smirked upon hearing her moan and gag, just like the true slut she was. Now satisfied, he pounded her throat a few more times before holding her head firmly against his crotch. He started to cum, releasing ropes of his ice-cold seed into her stomach. "Drink it all up, like the good slut you are," he instructed, his voice filled with lust as he thrusted slightly with each pulse of his release.

Her eyes rolled back in pure bliss as Winter began cumming down her sexy throat. Her nostrils flared with pleasure, inhaling deeply his musky scent as each cold, thick cumshot filled her belly, causing it to distend visibly with each new injection of his essence. She swallowed every rope willingly, succumbing completely to Winter’s control now. The vision of her ruling Pantalia once again, but this time with Winter’s lewd and sexy practices as the law of the land, brought a wicked smile to her lips. It wouldn’t be long before nearly every dragon on the continent would be ensnared in the intoxicating web of addiction to sex, all thanks to her newfound power and previous experience.

Once he had finished cumming, he finally released his grip on her horns, not bothering to pull back immediately to see if Wasp would dismount his cock on her own. They had pushed her to her limits, and it was essential to ensure that she remained more than just a mindless slut. Her personality and ambition were traits he required from her. "I expect you to have Pantala under your control within the week," he announced in a commanding tone. "And to assist you, I will acquire the Leafwing queen for you. However, if you fail to secure Pantala within that time frame, I will be forced to make you my personal, mind-controlled sex slave," he continued, his eyes never leaving hers as he delivered the ultimatum. He truly wanted Wasp on his side but in order to ensure she wouldn't get tied up on any one dragon he needed the threat there to keep her in line.

Wasp maintained his erect member in her mouth for approximately ten seconds, after which he gradually withdrew it, the shaft glistening with her saliva. She took a deep, rejuvenating breath, her talons tenderly caressing her bloated abdomen. The sensation of his semen sloshing around inside her elicited a passionate moan. "Oh, yes, my King Winter," she exclaimed with a hint of desperation, "I will endeavor to reclaim Pantala once more." However, she couldn't help but express her anxiety at the thought of accomplishing such a feat in merely a week's time. "But in a week, my King?" she questioned, her voice suffused with panic, "That seems utterly insurmountable, particularly considering my current condition!" The prospect of reverting to a mind-controlled servant filled her with an overwhelming sense of dread, as the notion of losing her autonomy was utterly unbearable to her. However it also motivated her to get it done as fast as possible for her king and her power.

Winter strides away, devoid of remorse. "You'd better accustom yourself to that belly," he says callously. "For outside, there are two male guards ripe for the taking. Don't fret; I have complete faith in your abilities. After all, my intimidation was merely a nudge to ensure swift action." His smugness is palpable as he continues, "Failure to act within the specified timeframe would be most detrimental. It could even precipitate a war—a scenario we all wish to avoid." With a wry smile, he takes to the skies and leaves Wasp to grapple with the situation on her own.

This continent now becomes Wasp's burden to bear as well. She must navigate its perils and uncertainties without his direct assistance. Meanwhile, Winter uses his magic to track down Queen Sequoia's whereabouts. His destination: a forest village where the queen is rumored to reside. Upon arriving at the outskirts, he spots a majestic tree palace, its grandeur marred only by the ongoing construction. The structure towers over the surrounding foliage, a testament to the queen's power and the industriousness of her subjects.

With an air of confidence, he approaches the tree palace. His gait is purposeful, each step bringing him closer to his goal. As he walks, the sounds of hammering and sawing echo through the woods, blending with the rustle of leaves and the distant calls of birds. The scent of freshly cut timber fills the air, hinting at the vibrant life and activity within the village. The anticipation builds as he nears the entrance, his heart racing with the thrill of the challenge ahead.

Once in front of the tree palace, Winter allows his charm to take over. He's used his allure many times before, and he's quite adept at it. He knows that the right words, coupled with a charming smile, can disarm even the most stoic of guards. The construction seems to pause momentarily as the dragons glance up, noticing his presence. He flashes them a quick wink before continuing on his path, weaving through the maze of scaffolding and building materials that litter the ground. The village buzzes with whispers and curiosity as he passes by.

The entrance to the palace is guarded by two burly men, their eyes alert and their stances unyielding. However, Winter's approach is casual, as if he belongs there. He greets them with a charismatic smile and a tip of his hat. "Good day, gentlemen. I'm here to see the queen," he says, his voice smooth and assured. "I'm sure she's been expecting me." The guards exchange a look, unsure of what to make of this newcomer. They've never seen anyone quite like him before.

Wasp gulped, feeling both fear and a surge of power from Winter’s threatening words. She exclaimed, “Y-yes, my King! I-I’ll reclaim my Hive and Pantala for you, with every ounce of my being!” As she spoke, she took off in flight.

Upon reaching the entrance, she approached the two guards and began to seduce them, using all her charms. To her surprise, it worked, and she soon found herself in a precarious position: a leafwing dick was thrust into her mouth, gagging her, while another was forced into her from behind. She realized with dread that this encounter would take some time to resolve.

In the meantime, a female Leafwing emerged from the shadows, her eyes narrowing as she glared at the unexpected visitor. Two more dragons followed, identifying themselves as Belladonna, Blue, and Cricket. Belladonna was the first to address the newcomer, her voice thick with hostility. “What do you think you’re doing, barging into the Palace as if it’s yours, Icewing!” she hissed, already recognizing the dragon before he had a chance to introduce himself.

Cricket took a step back, watching the unfolding scene with a mix of shock and uncertainty. Blue, ever the more gentle soul, offered a comforting embrace to Belladonna, trying to soothe her agitation. “Belladonna, could you perhaps be a bit more welcoming to our guests from other continents, please?” Cricket stuttered nervously.

Since he faced aggression, he would respond in kind. He glanced over the two female bodies, unimpressed. Thinking quickly, he conjured a gleaming white katana from thin air and drew it to throat level, facing the strange Leafwing. Despite her seasoned combat experience, even she couldn't help but feel a bit intimidated by the sudden display of power. "I don't want any trouble," he warned, his voice firm yet controlled, "but I will defend myself with deadly force." His eyes narrowed into slits as he took a firm combat stance, and his spikes began to rattle ominously, a clear sign of his readiness to engage.

Cricket took a sharp intake of breath as Winter unsheathed the gleaming Katana. The dragon's emerald eyes widened in surprise, while Beladona responded with a low, menacing growl. "Oh my skies!" Cricket exclaimed, a flurry of questions spilling forth from her. "He's an animus! How on earth did you get here? Could you have possibly flown here on your own?" Her curiosity was piqued, her voice rising in astonishment. "But wait, I had always thought that all animus dragons had disappeared from the skies. How is it that you possess such a creature?"

With a graceful descent, another female dragon interrupted the tense exchange. This was Willow, her emerald-green scales shimmering in the sunlight. "Can we all please just take a moment to calm down?" she pleaded, casting a concerned glance around the group. "You said you had a change of heart, Belladonna," she reminded her gently, "that you would strive for peace and understanding. And yet, here we are, threatening our guest the instant they arrive." She let out a sigh, a soft gust of wind rustling through her leaves.

Moving closer to Winter, Willow offered a warm smile. "Let's not forget to show kindness to our visitor," she suggested. "Perhaps we can find out why they're here without resorting to hostility." Her voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the earlier accusations.

Winter gazed at Cricket, who was beaming with excitement. However, he remained vigilant, keeping his eyes on Beladona, whose name seemed to carry weight. She spoke to him with a tone that was less than respectful, and he bristled at the audacity. As a king, he felt he didn't need to endure such treatment. A more serene Leafwing descended to mediate the tension. Upon her arrival, Winter sheathed his sword and visibly relaxed.

The Leafwing spoke calmly, and Winter attentively listened to her words. He straightened his posture, assuming a more formal demeanor. "My apologies for the unannounced visit," he began, "but I am King Winter. Queen Snowfall dispatched me to speak with Queen Sequoia. I had anticipated a herald preceding me." He wasn't entirely dishonest; his claim to royalty was true, if not quite in the way they might imagine. "Could you direct me to where I might find her?" His voice was courteous and regal, hinting at the authority he wielded.

Winter revealed his royal lineage. No one knew that Winter was Snowfall’s cousin, so they simply listened to him talk. Their expressions grew puzzled when he mentioned a messenger. "Um... I’m not sure if we’ve received a message from anyone... uh, Your Majesty?" Blue replied with an awkward hesitation, unaccustomed to addressing royalty. He had an arm gently wrapped around Cricket's side, offering her support and protection. "I mean, if you want to see her, you could," Cricket suggested, her voice filled with the weight of their current predicament. "But that’s up to her decisions. She’s been busy trying to get the Leafwings out of the poison jungle." Willow, ever the hospitable host, interjected, "I can provide you a place to stay until Queen Sequoia has time for you." With that, she gracefully took flight. Meanwhile, Belladonna cast an untrusting gaze at Winter and let out a skeptical "hmmph" as she crossed the bridge.

Winter realized that Belladonna could potentially cause issues, so he glanced in her direction and contemplated a strategy. He decided on a subtle approach, formulating a spell that would gently persuade her to place her trust in him. The incantation was minor, designed solely to influence her perception of him positively.

Afterward, Winter turned his attention to Willow, noticing her skepticism following their discussion about royal intentions. It dawned on him that gaining her cooperation might be more challenging than he had anticipated. To expedite matters, he cast another discreet spell. This one was to create the illusion of a pressing matter at the Palace, which would compel Sequoia to seek his assistance regarding the reconstruction efforts for their tribe. He informed Willow of this as they continued walking together.

"I apologize for not being more transparent earlier," Winter said earnestly, keeping pace with her. "But the truth is, few of the dragon tribes, including the IceWings, are seriously considering lending their support to rebuild your tribe. Queen Snowfall is particularly eager to assist, which is why she dispatched me as her emissary."

Belladonna glared at Winter, her eyes flashing with irritation as they made eye contact. However, the moment he completed the spell, her expression softened. "I have a small room next to my tree house," Willow interjected, her tone lightening. "It's not exactly the most luxurious accommodation for a Royal like yourself, but I trust it will suffice."

They had arrived at Willow's abode, a grand tree with an intricate web of flowers and vines woven through its mighty branches. It stood tall and proud, a testament to the love and care Willow's girlfriend had invested in creating their shared sanctuary. "Heh, she really put her heart into this place," Willow said, her voice filled with affectionate amusement. "I told her she didn't need to go to such lengths for me, but she insisted. It's all for love, I guess."

Guiding Winter to his designated space, she revealed a snug chamber nestled within the tree. The room, though modest, boasted a leafy hammock and a warm, inviting Silkwing silk blanket. "Please," she urged, her eyes twinkling with hospitality, "make yourself comfortable. I'll go inform Sequoia of your arrival immediately!"

Before Willow could take her leave, Winter spoke up, and her smile grew even broader. "That's fantastic!" she exclaimed. "As soon as we're in touch with your partner, we would be honored to have their support. Take care!"

With a cheerful wave, she launched herself into the air, ascending through the dense canopy of leaves above. Winter watched her go, feeling a peculiar mix of relief and anticipation as he stepped into his temporary lodgings. The room, though simple, held the promise of a brief respite from the tumultuous events that had brought him here. He looked around, noticing the meticulous attention to detail that had been applied even to such a humble space. It was clear that the inhabitants of this tree valued comfort and companionship above all else.

Winter strolled lazily around the room while Willow talked. He had plans to deal with the lesbian couple after Sequoia's situation was resolved. For the time being, he decided to leave them be and focus on the immediate task at hand. He found a spot in the corner and lay down on the hammock, his gaze lingering on Willow's retreating figure as she flew away. Her wings flapped gracefully, and he couldn't help but admire the way her hips swayed. He took a deep breath and turned his attention to his own preparations. Carefully, he checked each scale, ensuring they gleamed in the dim light of the room. His muscles flexed beneath his scales, a testament to his strength, which he always liked to maintain. As he waited for Sequoia to react to his spell, he paced back and forth, his footsteps echoing softly against the floorboards. Each step was deliberate, and he used the time to mentally prepare himself for the confrontation that was to come.

Winter's door was abruptly disturbed by a knock. Upon opening it, he found Cricket standing before him, holding a clipboard with a welcoming smile. Her figure was slender, with breasts that hardly formed a discernible curve beneath her clothes. She had an overall slim build, characterized by the absence of pronounced curves, which only added to her adorable demeanor. It was no surprise to him that Blue was quite fond of her, as they both shared this delicate frame; frail and skinny, yet their strengths lay in their spirited dispositions and boundless empathy. "Hello, Winter," she began, her tone slightly apologetic, "or should I say, King? It's been such a long time since I've had to use 'Royal' terms. I hope you don't mind if I ask some questions?" Her eyes twinkled with curiosity as she scanned the page in front of her. "I was just wondering what the Ice Kingdom is like?"

He managed a smile despite the grimace that tugged at his features internally. The prospect of facing a barrage of questions was less than appealing, but he considered that this could be the ideal opportunity to put an end to her inquiries once and for all. With a calculated move, he stepped aside, allowing her entry into his domain. His intention was to deal with her swiftly and decisively. He needed to be careful and swift in his actions, as he had cast a simple spell to ensure Sequoia would not interrupt them. "Well, how about I just show you and tell you about magic?" he offered with a smile, projecting confidence as he began to explain the enigmatic workings of his abilities. His eyes swept the room, as he quickly cast a spell to sou d proof the room. Perhaps his caution was born of paranoia, yet he was determined to handle the situation without resorting to violence. "Let me prove it to you," he added, his tone inviting yet firm.

What Winter didn’t know was that his spells had completely passed over Sequoia because she was so focused on a project that the spells didn’t even phase her. Willow couldn’t say anything about the Icewing either, as Sequoia had dismissed her before she could say anything.

Cricket took a seat in a nearby chair and began to write as Winter continued speaking. “W-wait, you have magic!?” she exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. “Or, did I already ask that?” She paused for a moment, looking slightly embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I might be getting ahead of myself here. The first thing I actually wanted to ask you about is Icewing anatomy. Like, how your wings, claws, and tail work, but uh, not any of the other stuff. You know, Blue doesn’t want me to get too... involved with other dragons.” She giggled nervously and let out a soft sigh, a warm smile spreading across her face. “I love him so much. He’s just so protective and sweet to me.”

Winter closed his eyes and focused intently, searching for Sequoia within the vast expanse of consciousness. Upon locating her, he entered her mind with the grace of a silent predator, careful not to alert her to his presence. He observed her industriousness, noting that Blue was assisting her wherever possible. This reassured him, and after a brief pause, he opened his eyes once more.

"Well," he began, a mischievous smile playing on his lips, "would you like me to demonstrate just how powerful I am?"

With a flick of his wrist, he wove a spell that allowed him to delve into the deepest recesses of her psyche. Her arousal was faint, barely perceptible, but he was determined to amplify it. He concentrated, his magic coiling around the delicate threads of her desire like vines around a trellis.

Without awaiting her response, he decided to showcase his prowess. He focused his power on Cricket, the dragoness before him. With a snap of his talons, he initiated a transformation, causing her buttocks and breasts to swell dramatically. They grew to a size rivaling Kinkajou's, a feat that would have been comically disproportionate on someone of her stature. Yet, he didn't stop there. He cast an additional illusion spell, ensuring that to the uncorrupted eye, she would appear as she always had, maintaining the semblance of normalcy amidst the extraordinary. The magical energy pulsed around her, reshaping her form while leaving her true essence untouched. The change was solely for their own twisted amusement.

Cricket made a face of disapproval at Winter when he failed to respond to any of her inquiries. She let out a sigh. "Well, I would appreciate it if you would be so kind as to—" Cricket's words trailed off as an unexpected sensation coursed through her body; a tingle grew into a rush of arousal, courtesy of Winter's magical touch. She pushed the feeling aside and attempted to continue speaking. "I... no, not really, W— Ahh!"

Her breath caught in her throat as her breasts and buttocks expanded dramatically, the fabric of her clothing straining until it gave way, leaving her utterly exposed. She looked down in shock, her cheeks flushing crimson. "W-was that you?!" She exclaimed, her voice quivering with a mix of embarrassment and confusion. "By the grace of Clearsight, why do I feel so heavy? So hot..." She took a moment to process the sudden change in her body. "E-excuse me, Winter," she managed to say, her voice a little shaky. "I'm going to get some new clothes!"

With that, she stood up from the chair and hurried towards the exit, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity while clutching at the remnants of her clothing to cover herself. Each step she took made her newfound curves jiggle and sway, adding to her flustered state.

Winter brought her to a halt, positioning himself before her. His scales gleamed in the ethereal light, and once again, he delved into her thoughts, tugging at her burgeoning arousal with the determination of a creature fighting through a blizzard. He manipulated it, drawing it to the forefront of her consciousness as if it were a beacon guiding him through the storm. She grew increasingly aware of his alluring form, the seductive power of his very presence amplifying as he spoke. "How about we have some fun first? I'm sure Blue wouldn't mind at all." His large, azure phallus emerged, eager to engage with this newfound beauty. His mating scent permeated the atmosphere, enveloping her in a potent, intoxicating aura that was impossible to ignore. This was no ordinary encounter; Winter was leaving no stone unturned in his quest to win her over.

Cricket gasped as the large IceWing loomed before her. Instinctively, she shielded her nipples with one arm, but the pink areola remained tantalizingly visible to the King. The more she gazed upon him, the more aroused she grew. He observed her with a knowing smile, his talon firmly gripping her thigh. A tremble ran through her body as she took a step back, her voice quivering with desire as she admired Winter's imposing physique. It was clear that he was significantly stronger than Blue, capable of dominating her with minimal effort. This realization only served to fuel her arousal, though she couldn't quite understand why.

Her eyes fell upon his arousal, and the potent male scent filled her nostrils, obliterating any remaining hesitation. "I want... I need it inside of me," she breathed, her voice trembling with desire. Despite her growing excitement, a hint of fear remained. "But will you hurt me, Winter?" she managed to ask, still clinging to her inquisitive nature even in this intimate moment.

"As long as you listen to me, you will love every second of it," he said with a mischievous smile. He slowly approached her, taking her hand in his and gently moving it aside. Her breasts were now fully exposed to him, and he couldn't help but admire them. "Now, be a good girl," he instructed, his voice low and seductive, "and get on your knees for me. Open nice and wide," he added, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Winter's smile grew wider as he licked his lips, his gaze raking over her body. He looked at her as if she were a delicious treat that he was about to devour. She could feel the cold from his stare, and it sent a shiver down her spine. The command in his voice was undeniable.

Cricket felt a wild blush spread across her cheeks, an unprecedented sensation in her new body. She had never felt so overwhelmed with arousal. As Winter made contact with her, she quivered, and he gently but firmly pulled her limbs apart. "Um, open what up? Are you talking about my mouth," she stuttered nervously, "or... these?" With trembling hands, she cupped her breasts, lifting them slightly to reveal the alluring cleavage hidden beneath.

"Your mouth, of course," he murmured with a smug smirk. He brought the head of his erect cock closer to her, the tip glistening with precum. As he gently rubbed it against her soft, plush lips, he allowed his potent male scent to envelop her, a scent so strong and alluring it would make any female want to submit to his will. "I'll be as gentle as you need," he assured her, his voice a velvety promise, "as long as you obey my every command."

Winter's cock made a wet, squelching sound as it met Cricket's eager mouth. The potent aroma and flavor of his large, blue member filled her nostrils, and her taste buds danced with excitement. She huffed in anticipation and opened her mouth wide, her eyes locked onto his as she began to guide the underside of his shaft along the velvet surface of her tongue. Each inch that disappeared into her mouth brought a sense of accomplishment, and she felt a rush of power when she reached the back of her throat, the head of his penis gently nudging against her. The sensation was intense, and she couldn't help but revel in the moment as she felt his pre-cum coat her palate. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and she could see the look of satisfaction in Winter's expression as she took him deeper, her newfound confidence growing with every passing second of his intimate invasion.

Winter firmly grasped her horns and gently yet insistently pushed her head forward, allowing him to penetrate her fully with his substantial member. He began to increase his tempo, moving rapidly in and out of her. His potent scent, a heady mix of masculine musk, grew more intense, subtly altering the way she perceived the very essence of their sexual union. He couldn't help but let out a series of guttural grunts in response to his vigorous rhythm. "Why don't you gaze at me with those adorable, innocent eyes?" he teased, his voice a low, sultry whisper that sent shivers down her spine.

The vigorous thrusting caused Cricket to whimper slightly, particularly as Winter increased his tempo. Despite feeling a sense of wrongness, she couldn't deny that his member tasted exquisite in her mouth. Her thoughts were gradually succumbing to the potency of his magic and the insatiable yearning it stirred within her. As she explored her enhanced breasts, she began to moan more intensely, showcasing an ability unique to Pantala dragons. She eagerly obeyed his instructions, maintaining a charming expression while unhinging her jaw to accommodate his full length. The sight of her mouth enveloping him was mesmerizing. Cricket's passion grew as she fondled her breasts and let out a series of sensual moans, her body responding to the erotic display. A puddle of arousal formed on the wooden floor beneath her, evidence of her heightened state. Her eyes remained locked on his, filled with a blend of innocence and desire, as the fog of pleasure began to cloud her senses.

Winter emitted a guttural moan as he felt his own dominance, and her eyes, that look would never get old. Recognizing her complete surrender, he tightened his grip on her horns and widened his stance, thrusting his cock even deeper and harder into her throat. The angle allowed for a more intense penetration, her mouth gaping open as she struggled to accommodate his length. "You're such a good whore," he groaned, "Fondle your own breasts for your rightful king."

Cricket let out a muffled "GLRRK!" as Winter vigorously thrust his cock into the depths of her throat. She moaned, the vibrations reverberating around his shaft as he fucked her face with unbridled passion. Her saliva coated his crotch, a testament to her devoted service. Her eyes watered with pleasure, her mind lost in the sensation of his dominance. Her talons sank into her voluptuous breasts, kneading the flesh as she eagerly took his length. Each time he pushed in, her neck stretched and bulged around his girth, her throat eagerly swallowing his manhood. She pinched her nipples in response to his silent command, her body moving in synchrony with his desires. Her every action was a testament to her unwavering submission to her king.

Winter chuckled softly and gazed down at the small Hivewing, a smug smile playing on his lips. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping his ice-cold member was utterly exhilarating. Although most dragons would flinch at such a stark contrast, Cricket took it in stride, possibly encountering the largest cock she had ever seen. He increased his pace, his member swelling with anticipation as it released a bead of pre-cum. Cricket was about to receive the most intense climax of her life. "Better brace yourself, slut," he warned with a low, guttural growl. That was all the forwarding she received before he forcefully pushed her head further down, initiating the moment he would flood her with his icy release.

Cricket made deep gulping noises as his precum began to leak down her throat. She couldn’t taste it, but she could feel its coldness and how soothing it was to her throat. To her surprise, she was able to take his entire length to the hilt. This must be some special HiveWing trait of hers, she thought, along with her unhinged jaw. He moaned as he used her, giving no subtle warning before slamming into her crotch and announcing his climax. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure as she groped her own breast firmly. Her throat lewdly gulped down each burst of his cum, filling her belly until it was visibly distended. Not a single inch of his shaft remained visible from the outside. She looked up at Winter with an adorable, submissive expression, her eyes sparkling with pure bliss.

He smirked at the submissive look she was giving him and decided to do something he had never done before. He released her horns, allowing them to fall back to her sides as he continued to climax, curious to see if she would attempt to draw him closer on her own accord. The sound of her loud, gulping noises grew more pronounced with each pulse of his icy semen filling her up, and he reveled in the sensation. He quickly cast a spell to prevent her from over-inflating, ensuring that her belly would stretch significantly but not to an excessive extent. "Oh, fuck," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction, "you love this, don't you, you greedy Hivewing?"

Cricket didn’t pull away; instead, she grabbed his legs and pulled him closer to her mouth. Her mouth completely enveloped the curves of his crotch as she greedily drank, her belly audibly sloshing with the abundance of juicy seed she had already consumed. Winter thought she might stop, but she surprised him by pushing herself back down, eagerly giving him a blowjob. Finally, she allowed the cold and salty essence of his climax to fill her mouth. She savored the taste, moaning contentedly with each swallow. “Mmmm~”

Winter smirked and moaned, then he grabbed her horns and pulled her off. "As much as I want you to keep going, I feel like your other end needs to be stuffed. Don't you agree?" He whispered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He loved the way she squirmed under his touch, her breaths coming in quick pants.

Winter smirked again, his hands moving to her massive titties, giving them a firm squeeze. He enjoyed watching the dragoness's face contort with pleasure. "Why don't you beg for me like a good little Hivewing?" He demanded, his voice low and commanding. Hearing her whimpers of desire only served to fuel his own. He reveled in the power dynamics at play, the dragoness's submission to his will a heady aphrodisiac.

He stepped closer, his own tail swelling with excitement as he felt the warmth of her body against his. "Beg," he ordered, his voice a seductive purr. "Beg for what you know you need." The dragoness's eyes glazed over with lust as she looked back at him, her pupils dilated.

Cricket's eyes rolled once more as Winter pulled her off her stretched throat. Gasping, she swallowed the remaining seed, her body trembling as she was pulled upwards. She bit her lips, a soft moan escaping them, as her newly massive breasts were tenderly played with. "You may use my body, however you wish, my King," she murmured, her voice breathy with desire. "I beg you to claim my asshole, fill it with your seed. Blue... he stretches me there all the time with his cock. I implore you to make it wider, Master!"

Cricket's eyes rolled once more as Winter pulled her off her stretched throat. Gasping, she swallowed the remaining seed, her body trembling as she was pulled upwards. She bit her lips, a soft moan escaping them, as her newly massive breasts were tenderly played with. "You may use my body, however you wish, my King," she murmured, her voice breathy with desire. "I beg you to claim my asshole, fill it with your seed. Blue... he stretches me there all the time with his cock. I implore you to make it wider, Master!"

He hoists her into the air, his strong hands gripping her supple ass, aligning his throbbing cock with her tender Hivewing pussy. Unbeknownst to the innocent creature, he commands with a sinister smirk, "Why don't you beg more than that, and wrap your arms and legs around me like a good slut?"

"Ah~" she cooed, blushing slightly as Winter gently picked her up and gave her plump bottom a firm squeeze. She couldn't help but wiggle it in response, feeling the excitement build within her. Wrapping her arms and legs tightly around the Icewing, she whispered her desires into his ear. "Please, my King," she begged with a hint of urgency, "pound my ass and fill it with your cold seed. I want it to gape for you!" Her voice grew more eager with each word, her eyes closed in anticipation of the intimate act she was about to experience.

He smirks, and then, with a sudden, forceful movement, he pushes his entire erect cock deep into her pussy. He starts to pound her vigorously, causing her to bounce up and down on his shaft. The sensation of her large, soft breasts sliding against his icy scales only fuels his desire as he continues to thrust into her, reaching the very depths of her womb. "Isn't this much better than what you're used to with that Silkwing?" he growls, a hint of contempt in his voice as he takes pleasure in her surprised gasps.

"Gah— HAH!?" Cricket gasped as she felt something unexpected filling her. "Ahh, W-Wint..." she stuttered, realizing the error in the situation. She tightened her grip around him, her hips bobbing up and down vigorously. Her breasts compressed against his chest with every movement she made. "Oh fuck!" she exclaimed. Her voice was a mix of surprise and pleasure. "Y-Yes... it's so much better! I can feel it deep inside me!" she moaned, her eyes glazed over with desire as she fully embraced the new sensation.

Winter ignored most of her words, but when she said that he was way better, he drove himself deeper and faster. He slammed her against the wall and kept going without mercy. Then, he pried her mouth open and shoved his cold tongue down her throat, aggressively making out with her as he groped her ass.

"Gah~!" She moaned out loudly as Winter firmly pinned her to the wall, his hips relentlessly thrusting into hers with a rhythm that surpassed any intensity Blue had ever brought her to. Winter's eyes bore into hers, his gaze filled with a fiery passion that seemed to ignite her soul. He didn't bother with prying her mouth open; it was already parted in a perfect 'o' of pleasure. The moment his tongue invaded her mouth, she felt a jolt of electricity shoot down her spine, and her body responded almost involuntarily. Her face contorted into an expression of pure ecstasy, which grew even more pronounced as he deepened their kiss.

Her moan grew muffled as he claimed her mouth, his tongue filling her to the brim and exploring every corner without mercy. She gagged slightly, the sensation only serving to heighten her arousal as her body writhed against his. The sound that escaped her was a mix of a muffle and a gasp, something like "Mmlkgg!" as her climax washed over her. Her toes curled and tightened around his back, her legs trembling with the force of her orgasm.

Her pussy clenched around his cock, releasing a flood of sweet, sticky juices that coated him in a warm, velvety embrace. The sound she made was a desperate, guttural "Glrrk!" as her body convulsed with pleasure.

Winter continued to kiss her fiercely as he pushed his frigid member deeply into her welcoming warmth, utilizing his magical abilities to initiate a frenzied rhythm of thrusting. The unnatural speed at which their hips collided produced a symphony of loud, wet slaps, the force of which caused her buttocks to turn a deep crimson as they bobbed and quivered in response to his relentless pounding. Additionally, he employed his mystical powers to elongate his tongue, allowing him to delve even further into the recesses of her throat, his oral assault growing increasingly intense as he became more and more aggressive.

Cricket's eyes rolled into the back of her head, and she felt an intense wave of pleasure as Winter's magic enveloped her in a realm of pure bliss. She climaxed once more, the force of it causing her body to convulse slightly. Despite the overwhelming sensations, she managed to maintain a semblance of composure, her eyes fluttering open to reveal pupils that had dilated into the shape of tiny hearts. Her throat constricted as Winter's tongue continued to probe deep within her, eliciting muffled moans that she barely contained. Each powerful thrust from his hips sent jolts of pleasure through her body, and the sound of his crotch slapping against her buttocks filled the room with a rhythmic crescendo. Her ass cheeks quivered from the relentless impact, the sensation of his strength resonating deep within her. Yet, she remained semi-conscious, a testament to the depth of her passion and the intensity of the connection they shared.

Winter cast another spell. Winter decided that Cricket would be his Hivewing royal slut, as the magic took hold. He slammed into her, starting to fill her up with his ice-cold cum. Cricket was overwhelmed with pleasure, a feeling of belonging to him as a personal slut washing over her.

With a final, triumphant thrust, he completed his spell. All my royal sluts will have collars, he thought, and just like that, a gleaming collar materialized around Cricket's neck. Her body, already replete with Icewing cum, quivered with satisfaction. Winter finally pulled his tongue out, savoring the moment as he marked his claim.

Her womb was pumped full of creamy Icewing seed as her eyes grew hazy; her mind was completely under his control. She yearned to serve him whenever needed or wanted without hesitation. Her abdomen grew slightly more substantial from his massive load as she climaxed one last time with a violent orgasm, her fluids splashing against the floor in a torrent of seed. The magical collar clicked shut around her neck. It was cold, a stark reminder of who owned her body. She gasped as his tongue retreated from her mouth, the overstimulation of her folds leaving her trembling.

Meanwhile, back at the kingdom, all the sluts felt a tingle around their neck and noticed the dark blue collar encircling their throats. They knew something significant had occurred as they collectively smirked.

Winter had finally finished with her and pulled out. Without hesitation, he dropped her to the floor as if she were nothing more than a discarded toy he had grown tired of playing with. However, she knew better than to believe that he didn't want her anymore. He paused briefly to look down at her before making a decision. "Take yourself and that little Silkwing of yours to Phyrria," he instructed, his voice cold and unyielding. "Go to Snowfall and tell her you're the new royal sluts. She will know what to do with you." He stopped and narrowed his eyes, his gaze intense. "And make sure no one else touches Blue except you and Queen Lynx. Understood?" He didn't wait for a response from her before he took off into the forest, flying swiftly towards where Sequoia was rumored to be.

The sound that filled the room as Winter withdrew his creamy manhood was both loud and juicy, prompting the Hivewing to quiver before she was unceremoniously released to collapse onto the floor. Spreading her legs wide, she tenderly caressed her swollen abdomen, her moans resonating with the sheer volume of the semen trapped within her little frame. In response to his command, she nodded eagerly, her body still consumed by an insatiable hunger for release. "Yes, my Master..." she breathed out softly, her chest heaving as she anticipated the intense pleasure to come. Winter, seemingly unfazed by the display of her arousal, simply turned and walked away.

After a brief period, Cricket arose and commenced her flight towards Blue in the sanctuary of their shared treehouse. Fortunately, due to Winter's enchanting magic, she remained inconspicuous, appearing precisely as she always had—slender and guileless. Despite this, a few onlookers couldn't help but express surprise at her unclothed state. Upon reaching their modest retreat, she discovered that the Silkwing had already concluded his conversation with Sequoia some time ago. Without further ado, Cricket pinned the Silkwing down onto the bed and engaged with him in a manner that left no room for misunderstanding. While Winter had taken the precaution of soundproofing his own chamber, the same could not be said for theirs. Consequently, a multitude of dragons outside were privy to the unmistakable sounds emanating from within, leading to a collective raise of eyebrows and whispers among the listeners.

Chapter Text

When winter discovered Sequoia, she was solitarily resting, seemingly taking a respite from the tumult. She was, by all accounts, the most senior queen he had ever approached with such intentions. He meticulously invoked his enchanting powers to ensure no interruptions would befall their encounter. With a subtle sigh, he emerged from the foliage, immediately enacting his irresistible male charm.

"Queen Sequoia," he announced, his voice carrying a gentle authority, "I had expected to find you sooner. I was instructed to meet with you before noon, but as you had not arrived, I took the liberty of searching for you." He performed a courteous bow, his eyes never leaving hers. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am King Winter, sent by Queen Snowfall of the Icewings. Our purpose is to discuss a collaborative project aimed at reconstructing Pantalia."

The Leafwing Queen's ears perked up as she heard the rustling from the bushes. She saw Winter and looked at him with curiosity, as if he should be there but she wasn't quite sure why. The spell he had cast earlier finally took effect. "Ah, yes, I remember now," she said, her voice filled with the wisdom of her years. "I apologize for the delay; it's been a hectic day, with efforts to plant new trees and establish a village beyond the confines of the jungle." She sighed heavily, the weight of her responsibilities etched into the lines of her face and the slow, deliberate movements that accompanied her rise from her chair.

Her eyes met Winter's as she approached him. Despite her age, she still maintained a regal poise that made Winter realize she was a couple of heads taller than the Icewing before her. Her once-busty form had become a bit ragged and worn, a testament to the trials she had faced, and the beauty she had once been renowned for had been replaced by the dignity that comes from surviving hardship. "But anyways," she continued, her gaze focused and earnest, "you've come to discuss offering aid and collaborating on projects to help us Leafwings replant the forests and lands that Wasp has stolen from us?"

"Well, the Icewings are willing to help you, and so is the rest of Pyrrhia," Winter spoke formally as he approached her. Upon seeing that age had not been kind to her body, he decided to use his magic to make her appear ten years younger. He furrowed his brow in concern. "The queen sent me mostly because my magic could be a great help until more reinforcements arrive," he explained. His words were punctuated by a gentle wave of his hand, and a soft glow enveloped the elderly dragon, rejuvenating her features and smoothing out the lines of age.

"I see. Well, your assistance is appreciated, especially now that we've made significant progress," she said, her talons clasping together gently like a grandmother's. As he approached, she couldn't help but feel a sudden influx of energy. "You have magic?" Her eyes grew wide with excitement. "My, my, now that's a surprise!" She paused, feeling lighter and stronger than ever before. Looking down at her body, she noticed her curves were more pronounced, and her breasts had become perkier, their nipples peeking out from the leafy fabric that barely contained them. A slight blush crept across her cheeks. "I assume you did that to make me appear younger?" She inquired, feeling a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I do appreciate the generosity, but I'm still unfamiliar with the concept of these powers. If you're going to use them, please be cautious and not..." She trailed off, glancing at her enhanced form as it swayed enticingly with each movement. "Not like this," she finally managed to say, the warmth of self-consciousness spreading across her cheeks.

Winter smirked and took a brief moment to appreciate the curves of her body. He allowed his enticing scent to waft over to her, a subtle yet powerful presence that filled the air. He then closed the distance between them, and with a gentle touch, placed a cool talon against her cheek. Looking at her with a soft gaze, he whispered, "Don't worry, my dear. I promise I am nothing but subtle when it comes to matters as significant as rebuilding a kingdom." His tone was suggestive, hinting that he was fully aware of the impact his actions had on her psyche.

Due to her age and experience he knew it would take more than charm to truly win her over.
Her nose wrinkled as the King's manly scent grew close, but she maintained her composure and addressed him with a stern demeanor. His talon moving along her face was met with a swift reaction. She grabbed his hand and twisted his arm firmly. "Touch me like that again," she warned through gritted teeth, "and I'll have my Leafspeak dragons tear out your insides..."

With a fierce snarl, she released him and gave him a firm push. He stumbled back, visibly surprised by her strength. She then turned and gracefully took a seat at the table that had been set for their meeting. "We are here to discuss matters of reconstruction," she said, gesturing to the chair opposite her. "If you are looking to court me, I suggest you refrain from such behavior before you anger anyone else."

Her gaze softened slightly as she offered the seat to Winter. "Please, sit and talk with me." She hoped that her tone conveyed both authority and the willingness to engage in a productive conversation about the future of their lands.

Her grabbing and twisting his arm was the wrong move, and it provided him with the perfect excuse to escalate his use of magic on her. He had no intention of merely toying with her arousal until she submitted; his plan was far more sinister. He cast a powerful spell, one that would compel her to obey his every command while keeping her fully conscious and allowing her to speak freely. As the incantation concluded, he smirked malevolently.

"That's not how this works," he declared, his voice resonating with a newfound authority. "Now, remove your covers and kneel before me." The words echoed in her head, and she could feel the unyielding power of the spell as it began to take hold of her.

A sudden, unexpected tingle coursed over her body, causing her to flinch. "I believe it does, King Winter," she murmured, her eyes widening slightly at his firm command. Despite the surprise, she managed to maintain a semblance of composure. The spell's grip took hold, yet she felt a strange, reassuring power within her own mind. "Alright," she said, her voice a mix of curiosity and resignation. She began to remove her clothing, revealing two bright pink nipples starkly contrasting against the dark green of her body. As the garments fell away, she gracefully lowered herself to her knees, her hands clasped in front of her. Looking up at the imposing figure of Winter, she asked, "Is this a customary part of your Icewing rituals?"

Her eyes searched for any hint of what was to come next. The cold air of the chamber seemed to grow even more frigid as she awaited his instruction, her bare form a testament to her willingness to submit to whatever he had in store. The silence stretched taut between them, the only sound the soft rustle of fabric as it hit the stone floor. Winter's gaze remained unreadable, his icy stare boring into her soul as he contemplated his next move.

"Now what, Your Royal Highness?" she inquired, her voice quivering just a touch with anticipation and dread.

Winter's colossal blue cock emerged and gently nudged against her lips. The leafwing queen was horrified, understanding the intention behind the action but praying fervently that it wasn't what she thought. Despite her age and the strength of her will, Winter knew that resisting would be futile, especially considering his spell over her. He glared down at her, a sneer of amusement on his face. "You should consider yourself fortunate, my queen. I have granted you the gift of youth once more," he spoke with a tinge of sarcasm. "Now, open your mouth wide," he commanded, fully aware of the lack of choice she had in the matter.

Sequoia's eyes gradually widened as she observed Winter's blue penis emerge and begin to pulse with vitality. She gulped with apprehension, dreading the direction this encounter was heading. His masculine scent began to permeate her nasal passages, a potent male musk she hadn't experienced in quite some time. Winter compelled her to open her mouth, and she obeyed despite her reluctance. Her tongue unwillingly made contact with the sensitive tip of his penis. She attempted to close her snout with her talons, a futile effort to resist his dominance. "N-nrrm!" she murmured in protest.

"On second thought, you can speak freely," Winter said with a smirk, "but you can't move." He was eager to hear her fear, anger, or pleading—whichever it might be—because he derived great pleasure from the futile verbal resistance his victims often displayed. It made the act of breaking them even more rewarding and satisfying. He cast a cold gaze over her body, waiting to hear what she had to say.

Her body rigid with terror, she remained frozen in place. It was as if invisible ropes had tightly bound her limbs, preventing any escape. "W-Winter... please don't do this," she begged, her voice quivering with fear. "You are a King, you should act with dignity and compassion!" Before she could finish, she realized the gravity of her situation and shouted for help. "GUARDS!" she screamed, a desperate cry echoing through the forest. This, however, was a significant mistake on her part, one that would only escalate the tension.

Winter's smug smirk grew wider as he anticipated the lack of intervention. Just as he had foreseen, no one came to her rescue. She found herself utterly alone, trapped with him in a space that seemed to close in around them as his cock pulsed in front of her face, taunting her with its dominance. He spoke with a smile that revealed his delight in her desperation. "I can do whatever I want," he gloated, "Phyrria is already mine, and I have Cricket, Luna, and of course..." His voice dropped to a whisper as he leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with victory. "Wasp. I released her and claimed her for myself. I fucked her, made her submit to me. And now, with her assistance, Panatlia will be mine as well." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in, eager to savor the fear and anger he knew must be swirling within her. He waited patiently for any sign of her reaction, his smile never wavering.

Her eyes grew wide with fear at the mention of the Hivewing tyrant. Her breathing quickened and she clenched her teeth in anger. "I know who you are now," she exclaimed. "I know what you meant by taking initiative. You lied to me!" She gasped, a new terror overcoming her. "You conquered your own continent and turned them into... mindless sex drones! Like... like the Othermind!" she stuttered, the horror of the revelation washing over her. "You can't do this! I thought you were going to help us! Not help enslave us again!" With a fierce determination, she grunted and struggled against the magical restraints, growling and roaring in a futile attempt to break free.

Winter responded swiftly, his patience for her outburst exhausted. He backhanded her with such force that she collapsed to the ground. He reveled in the sound of her fear and desperation, yet was unmoved by her words. "Silence!" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the chamber. He spoke again, his tone unyielding, "I will help this place rebuild stronger than ever before. With a few changes." He paused, then continued, "I will be the supreme ruler over the three queens." He smirked, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent. "You will still have full control of your tribes," he assured her, "and don't worry. If Wasp steps one talon out of line, I will punish her myself."

With a cruel twist of his hand, he gripped her horns and forced her mouth open, placing his painfully throbbing member before her. "Now," he commanded, his voice low and menacing, "open your mouth nice and wide."

"Ah! Unff..." Sequoia sobbed and sniffled, feeling utterly powerless beneath the Icewing. This was the most hopeless she had ever felt in her entire life, even considering the brief period she had been under the control of the Othermind. The harsh words that had come from Winter's lips only served to stir a tempest of emotions within her: worry, fury, and a peculiar sense of reassurance. Glowering at him through her tears, she mentally shouted, "You better keep that fucking promise!"

Winter, in response to her telepathic outburst, carefully pulled her to her feet. As his manhood pressed against her lips, her eyes brimmed with fresh tears that spilled down her cheeks like a waterfall, creating a stark contrast against her fiery expression. Despite her anguish, she took a deep, trembling breath and opened her mouth to accept him. The intensity of her sobs had not diminished; rather, they had transformed into a silent, heart-wrenching symphony that played against the backdrop of their intimate struggle.

Witnessing Sequoia's torrent of emotions, Winter felt as though he might be pushing her too far, too quickly. Her distress was palpable, and it brought to the forefront of his mind the gravity of what she could potentially lose: her daughter, her tribe, and everyone she held dear. His own thoughts grew heavy with the weight of his actions and their potential consequences, as he continued to dominate her physically, despite the turmoil he could see in her eyes. Each gasp she took was a poignant reminder of the delicate balance between power and emotion that they currently found themselves in.

Winter contemplated the woman before him, recognizing the excessiveness of the situation despite his usual delight in witnessing females in distress. He took a deep breath and lifted the spell that held her captive. However, he couldn't release her without first securing her loyalty to his cause.

"Look," he began, his voice firm yet not unkind, "I don't wish to be a merciless overlord. Thus, I have lifted my enchantment over you. But, in exchange for your freedom, there is one condition you must meet."

He paused, allowing the weight of his words to sink in. "You must align yourself with my empire. This... union would be essential for my plans to unfold. I will not be unjustly cruel, nor will I harm you unnecessarily. The choice is yours: offer your body to me voluntarily, or I shall take it by force. But know that I intend to treat you with the respect befitting a future member of my empire."

The shift in his demeanor was palpable. Once a harem master, he had to now embody the role of a king, especially with the conquest of Phyrria under his belt. The need for consent was a newer concept to him, yet one he was willing to navigate for the sake of his empire's future stability.

Sequoia took a deep, shaky breath as she felt the bonds that had held her captive release their grip. With a thud, she collapsed onto the cold, hard wooden floor, panting heavily and trying to compose herself. She glared up at Winter, the desire to rip him apart and leave nothing but a bloody mess behind burning in her eyes. However, she knew better than to give in to that primal urge. Instead, she took a page from her usual playbook when anger bubbled up inside her.

"1... 2... 3..." she murmured under her breath, the numbers acting as a countdown to calmness. As she reached 10, Winter concluded his speech, detailing his grand designs and what he sought to achieve. The words had barely left his mouth before Sequoia shot to her feet, her eyes never leaving his.

"What you did to me is unforgivable," she hissed, her voice a cocktail of rage and resignation. "You should be begging for your life, not dictating terms." She took a step closer, the fire of vengeance in her gaze. "But," she continued, her tone dropping to a deadly whisper, "I understand your motives. Your... antics. I will consider your proposal, but only if you agree to one condition."

Her voice grew stronger, the tremble of anger replaced with a steely resolve. "Whenever I lay eyes on Wasp again," she began, "I want her to be a pussy-whipped bitch. Make her crave it, worship it, become obsessed with it. But," she added, a sly smile playing at the corners of her lips, "I want her to still maintain some semblance of dignity when we're not... indulging in her newfound tastes. I want her to serve Leafwing in the most intimate ways possible, yet still be able to discuss the fate of the continent without drooling all over herself."

With a dramatic pause, she offered herself up to him. "For now, your majesty," she said with a forced smile, "my body is yours to do with as you wish. But remember," she warned, "I expect you to treat it with some semblance of care." Despite her weakened state, she managed to add a hint of sarcasm to her voice. "I wouldn't want anything... unfortunate to happen to this 'feeble' body of mine."

Winter contemplated Sequoia's proposal regarding Wasp, dismissing her threats as inconsequential. He knew that with a simple snap of his talon, she would cease to exist, but he wouldn't squander such an experienced queen unnecessarily. An idea began to form in his mind. He considered the potential impact of his actions on her leadership and decided to share his intentions with Sequoia.

"Don't worry, Sequoia," he said, his voice filled with a dark amusement. "I've already ensured Wasp is a sex-crazed slut. Before I set her free, I made certain of it. In fact, she immediately indulged in a threesome with two male Leafwings after our encounter." It was a half lie. He knew Wasp would complete her task and become the high queen but he needed Sequoia on his side.

As he revealed his plans for the Hivewing despot, his desire to claim Sequoia grew stronger. He moved closer to her, his eyes gleaming with a predatory lust. He gently pushed her down onto her back, his body looming over hers protectively. Slowly, he positioned himself so that his arousal was pressing against her soft mound, the heat and urgency of his desire evident in the tension of his muscles. He watched her face, anticipating her reaction, as he initiated this intimate act.

Her eyes widened, and a small smile grew across her face when Winter said, "If Wasp doesn’t get under control in less than a week, she will become the biggest slut Pyrrhia has ever seen." "Well then," she chuckled, "I guess we'll have to try and stop her until then~"

Falling back, she allowed the IceWing to climb over her. He placed a talon gently on his chest, as if to reassure him of her willingness. "You're a smart dragon, Winter," she murmured, her voice filled with both amusement and challenge. "But being a king has a lot of responsibilities, and you can't use sex to get what you want all the time."

Her eyes gleaming with mischief, she continued, "But we appreciate your support to rebuild Pantala. So, fuck me like you mean it!" With a smile that could melt the coldest ice, she spread her legs, inviting him in. The sound of his dick pushing against her folds filled the air, a wet squish echoing the urgency of their union.

Winter smirked, then without hesitation, he slammed his entire cock into the old LeafWing's pussy and began pounding her relentlessly. Despite her age, her pussy was incredibly tight, which was surprising given its size. She moaned with pleasure as he filled her completely, his dick stretching her walls. It was a stark contrast to the gentle stroking from earlier.

Winter's grip tightened on her hips as he responded to her moans. "I understand what it means to be a king," he said, his voice gruff with desire, "and I have a lovely queen to help me, as well as the lesser queens to manage direct control of their tribes."

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he cupped her now swollen breasts, his thumbs flicking over her hardened nipples. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her moan even louder. "You queens will not be replaced," he murmured, his hips never stopping their punishing rhythm, "I know what I'm doing."

The old LeafWing's body quivered under his touch, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as she took every inch of his length. The room was filled with the wet sounds of their passionate union and the occasional slap of skin against skin as he thrust into her. Her nails dug into his back as she clung to him, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Ahh! By Clearsight!" she exclaimed, visibly wincing as she felt a slight discomfort from the abrupt penetration after a prolonged period of no sex. Despite her effort to remain composed, she couldn't help but gasp as he vigorously thrust into her, the head of his member brushing against her cervix, opening it to accommodate his substantial girth. "Y-yes, my King," she managed to murmur through clenched teeth, her voice strained with the sensation of being overwhelmed. She tried to maintain a semblance of pleasure, though the pain was unmistakable. "It's okay, Winter," she assured him, her nails digging into his shoulders as he continued his relentless pace. His large, clawed hands were rough on her breasts, his talons sinking into the soft flesh as he groped her. Each squeeze sent a jolt of pain mixed with arousal through her body, making it difficult to conceal her true feelings beneath the facade of passion she wore. She took a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut as she endured the intense sensation of being filled by him.

He relentlessly pounded into her, never letting up, and then strategically shifted to target her most sensitive spot with each rapid and powerful thrust, causing her entire body to jolt with every impact. He expertly groped her breasts, pinching her nipples before making a decision to enhance her pleasure further by also focusing on her clit. Simultaneously, he began rubbing it with a deft touch, aiming not to be harsh but to completely overwhelm her with sensation. He smirked, knowing that his condescending tone during sex was something every woman he had been with had responded to with heightened arousal. "That's a good girl, moan my name," he coaxed, his voice a mix of demand and satisfaction, "moan it loud." His intent was clear: rather than breaking her with brutish force, he sought to shatter her resistance by bombarding her with an intense cocktail of pleasure that would render her mind and body incapable of resisting his dominance.

"Ahh! Ah... uh... hah~" she moaned, each powerful thrust from Winter sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breasts bounced rhythmically with each impact, and she couldn't help but bite her lip to stifle the intense sensations. As Winter's large, rough hands aggressively groped her chest, she found herself wearing a blissful ahegao expression, her mind racing with the ecstasy of the moment. He pinched her sensitive nipples, eliciting a gasp, and rubbed her swollen clit with expert precision. The pleasure was so overwhelming that it brought tears to her eyes. Her voice quivered with passion as she begged, "Oh, Winter, please... don't stop. It feels so good!" Her arms tensed around his neck, and she bucked her hips heavily against him, feeling an orgasm that had been a distant memory for years until now. "M-my nipples are so sensitive," she managed to murmur between breaths, her entire body trembling as she came all over his cock.

Winter relentlessly pounded her sensitive spot in her pussy, his skilled fingers working in tandem to rub her clit faster and harder. He applied a bit of magic to enhance her pleasure, ensuring that when he pinched one nipple, the sensation mirrored on the other, amplifying the intensity. Spreading his mighty wings over her, he gazed down at her with a dominant air as he rhythmically drove his hips into hers. "That's it," he growled, "beg for more and moan my name loud enough for the forest to hear." He swiftly cast a sound-dampening spell, ensuring their cries of passion would be confined to them alone, safe from the ears of any nearby dragons or humans. The enchantment allowed him to focus solely on her, filling her with the promise of a powerful climax.

Her body writhed beneath the dragon, succumbing to the overwhelming pleasure of being thoroughly penetrated and ravished beyond the capabilities of any other dragon she had ever known. "Ahh! Winter! My King, please," she begged breathlessly, the urgency in her voice escalating with each powerful thrust. "This pleasure is... it's indescribable!" Her breasts, now swollen with desire, were exquisitely sensitive to even the slightest touch.

With a sudden jolt, she reached the pinnacle of her climax, her hips bucking wildly as she felt herself drench Winter's lower half in her release. The sounds of her wet, gasping moans filled the air as she threw her head back, lost in the intensity of the moment. In an involuntary act driven by pure carnality, she reached up and grabbed his face, pulling him down to her. Their lips met in a feverish kiss, her warmth melding with his coolness. She reveled in the sensation of his frigid tongue caressing hers, the stark contrast only serving to fuel her passion further.

He groaned with pleasure as he leaked cold precum into her warm, welcoming pussy, his hips pounding relentlessly. The intensity of their union was such that he didn't resist when she pulled him in for a kiss. Instead, he eagerly invaded her mouth with his tongue, exploring its depths and tasting the sweetness within. Despite the initial surprise, he reveled in the intimate contact, feeling his weight pressing her into the softness of the leaf litter beneath them. With a final, muffled roar of release, he began to fill her with his icy semen, his royal essence flooding her womb. The coldness of his seed seeped through her body, leaving a trail of chills in the heat of their passionate embrace.

Sequoia wrapped her arms around his back lovingly, allowing Winter to dominate her mouth. She moaned into his maw, thoroughly enjoying the embrace of his body pressing against hers. The sheer strength of Winter was amazing; his physique was flawless in every way, making her feel safe and desired. As he finished inside her, she climaxed once more, her womb filling with the cold, potent seed of an Icewing. Her belly noticeably bloated, and she continued to kiss him passionately, her hands clutching the spikes on his neck.

In the final moments of their intimate session, Winter read the thoughts racing through Sequoia's mind. Whether it was due to his mind control or her genuine feelings, she longed for his frigid embrace that brought warmth to the very core of her being. He knew that even when he wasn't physically with her, he could still grant her pleasure. Perhaps he would need to devise a spell, not to reduce her to a mindless servant, but to ensure she felt the same ecstasy in his absence.

Winter smirked, his eyes gleaming with a wicked amusement, as he took in the devoted expression on Sequoia's face. Her belly, expanded from his relentless attention, was a testament to her submission. With a flick of his wrist, he cast a simple, yet intricate spell that would allow him to summon a concealed portal at any given moment, granting him unfettered access to her most intimate spaces. This was a test, an experiment to see how such power might serve him with others in his harem.

He withdrew his cock, still thick and glistening from her warmth, and led her over to his chair, securing her with a vine leash. "Do not spill a drop of my seed," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Come, lay at my feet where you truly belong." He was eager to explore the boundaries of this newfound spell, to see how it would play out with the rest of his personal harem.

With a malicious twist of his lips, he continued, "I am going to summon your exquisite daughter here. I shall liberate her from the constraints of innocence and show her the true nature of pleasure and submission. And you," his gaze grew intense, "you will participate in her initiation." The anticipation of the scene unfolding before him was almost too much to bear, but he knew he had to maintain control.

The incantation Winter conjured was straightforward, yet he pondered the feasibility of crafting a colossal stuffed dragon, which he could subsequently animate and transform into any individual from Pyhrria for his sexual gratification. The thrill of dominating them, both bodily and mentally, was a tantalizing prospect to entertain in the face of potential dissent.

For the time being, however, he remained fixated on the Queen of the Leafwings, whose breath came in ragged gasps as she recovered from the intensity of her climax. He gently lifted her from the bed, the aftermath of their union leaving her trembling, and carried her over to an elegant chair. She began to extricate herself from his embrace, taking care to retain his frosty seed within her core, relishing the unique frisson of pleasure it provided.

Her complexion flushed with arousal, she beckoned to her daughter, her eyes gleaming with excitement at the impending revelation. "Hazel, my dear," she called out, her voice tinged with a note of urgency, "Could you please come over here? There's something I'd absolutely love for you to see!"

With a graceful motion, she repositioned herself on the floor, arching her body so that Winter could comfortably rest his legs on her shoulders. She nuzzled his thigh affectionately, a silent testament to her willingness to serve. The room was thick with anticipation as she awaited the arrival of the young princess, eager to introduce her to the exotic delights of submission.

Winter pulled her vine leash, causing her to lay across his feet on her side. Her substantial breasts and distended belly were fully exposed to Hazel as she entered the room. He grinned and leaned back comfortably in the chair, having thoroughly dominated the former Leafwing queen. His erect penis remained in the air, pulsing with a clear demand for more attention. This craving, he intended to reserve for Hazel as part of his strategy to pound the entire Leafwing royal lineage into submission.

Hazel emerged into the room, a book cradled in her arms, oblivious to the submissive Queen's presence. "Yes, mother?" she inquired, her voice filled with innocent curiosity. "Sorry, I was reading and wanted to..." she trailed off as she caught sight of her mother's predicament, the book slipping from her grasp and hitting the floor with a thud. "M-mom?!" she gasped, her eyes wide with shock.

Her gaze darted to Winter, and for a brief moment, she locked eyes with him. She couldn't help but notice his imposing blue cock, which seemed to throb with a life of its own. "What is this?!" she exclaimed, a mix of confusion and outrage coloring her features.

The Queen, however, remained unfazed by the scene. "Calm down, sweetie," she cooed, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "This is King Winter, the dragon I was meant to see so he could assist us in rebuilding our tribe." She paused, her cheeks flushing slightly. "We might have gotten a bit... carried away with each other," she admitted coyly. "But it's all just harmless fun, dear."

Winter's eyes gleamed with satisfaction at her words. He knew she was more than willing to be his plaything. "And we would love for you to join us," the Queen added, her tone taking on a seductive pur. "We have so much to show you..."

Winter smirked as he stood to his full, towering height, his bulging muscles prominently displayed for the younger Leafwing. With a flick of his wrist, he cast a spell to secure the door, ensuring she could not escape. He tightened his grip on Sequoia's leash and started to circle around Hazel, openly admiring her ass and breasts, unlike the discretion shown to her mother. "Aren't you a fine specimen," he mused aloud.

"J-join you?!" Hazel exclaimed, taking a step back as she processed the unbelievable invitation. "I... I think I'm okay, mother..." she said, her voice quivering with uncertainty. She spun around, desperation etched on her face, and reached for the doorknob to escape. However, to her horror, the door was locked. She could hear the unmistakable sound of Winter standing up, the ice crystals that adorned the floor crackling under the weight of the IceWing's movement.

Her heart raced as she saw Winter approaching, a menacing smile on her face, tugging Sequoia along on a leash as if she were a pet. The sight of her mother in such a vulnerable position filled Hazel with dread. The book she had been clutching slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor with a thud.

When Winter referred to her as a "specimen," Hazel instinctively shielded herself with her arms. "Wh-what do you want?" she managed to stutter out, her voice trembling. "L-let my mother go!" she demanded, trying to hide the fear that was bubbling up inside her.

Her mother, however, remained eerily calm. She spoke with a smug expression that sent chills down Hazel's spine. "Honey, I'm perfectly fine. Listen to your new King." The words hung in the air, and Hazel's eyes grew even wider. "N-new King...?" she repeated, the implications of the statement slowly sinking in.

Winter, now with the full permission of the Leafwing queen, stopped before Hazel. His piercing, hypnotizing blue eyes bore into hers as he used his cold talon to gently cup her cheek. Slowly, he slid it down the curve of her neck and further still, to the swell of her ample breasts. They were smaller than the queen's, but her figure boasted a more voluptuous butt and belly than Snowfall's. He chose to exploit her vulnerabilities. "Listen to your mother," he began, his tone as frigid as his touch, "and everything will be just fine." His smirk grew more pronounced, though he withheld the compliments for the moment. "I see you're quite chubby," he noted, his gaze lingering on her form.

Her breath caught as the Icewing's frigid breath caressed her snout. She cringed as his cold talon and jagged claws traveled along her emerald scales, eventually embedding themselves into the soft mounds of her substantial breasts. Despite an urge to resist, an inexplicable part of her revealed a hidden desire for this unexpected intimacy. She blushed deeply and cast her gaze downward, focusing on her figure. "I... I try to exercise it away," she murmured, her voice trembling slightly, "but it seems to only get worse with each passing day..."

Gently, she placed her arms across her chest, cradling her midsection. "I wish I could find a dragon who would be attracted to me, even with this extra weight..." Her eyes remained fixed on her slightly protruding belly, a silent confession of her insecurities. "But it appears as though none of them are interested..." she concluded with a sigh, her voice trailing off into a melancholic whisper. The weight of her self-doubt seemed to press down upon her, making her shoulders slump ever so slightly.

"That's where you're wrong," he corrected her, his voice smooth and hypnotic. "There are indeed a few certain queens who are quite chubby, but they are as hot as the fiery pits of hell. However, none of them possess the perfectly round tits that you do, and I have always harbored a desire for a chubby royal slut."

As he spoke, his words wrapped around her like a warm, seductive embrace. His eyes gleaming with a mischievous intent, he continued, "Hazel, be a good girl for me. Open your mouth nice and wide," he instructed gently, his gaze never leaving hers.

Winter's actions were methodical and deliberate, as if orchestrating a dance of submission. He reached down, his touch sending a shiver down her spine, and with surprising ease, he maneuvered her into a kneeling position before his erect manhood. The room seemed to still, the air thick with anticipation, as she found herself kneeling right before him, her eyes locked on his thick, royal member.

The leather leash that bound Sequoia grew taut as he guided her to join her mother, a silent command she obeyed without question. Her own knees hit the floor with a soft thud, bringing her to the same level of submission. It was a sight to behold: mother and daughter, side by side, kneeling before his glorious cock, a testament to their shared fate of servitude and pleasure.

"Y-you find me attractive... uh... King Winter?" She said, his words about a royal slut going over her head entirely. "Th-thank you, Your Majesty. You're the first that has ever complimented my body..." Her cheeks grew red as she slowly moved with Winter's guidance until she was on her knees and his musky cock was twitching in front of her snout.

Her mother, Sequoia, brushed aside her daughter's face with a tender touch, their large tits squishing together as they both stared at Winter's ridged, blue cock. "Do what he says, honey~" Sequoia purred, her voice as smooth as velvet. The young Leafwing nodded in compliance, and with a gentle nuzzle to her mother's cheek, she opened her mouth wide, revealing her slick, warm maw for Winter to see. "Why don't you try and unhinge it, love? Show him what Pantalan tribes can do~" Sequoia suggested playfully, hinting at the unique ability of their tribe that she believed Winter had not witnessed yet. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, not knowing how Cricket had once shared this secret with her.

He smirked at the total submission the royal family was showing. He gently grabbed Hazel's horns and placed his cock teasingly on her tongue, slowly rubbing it back and forth, letting her get a taste of what was to come. He was about to shove his cock down her throat when he stopped and remembered something. "I must warn you, Hazel," he said, his voice low and commanding. "In order to show you the glory of my empire, I need to be rough with you. So, try and prepare yourself." He waited for Hazel to acknowledge his words, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as he kept rubbing his cock on her tongue.

Hazel trembled as his icy talons touched her horns, but her mother's comforting warmth soon enveloped her. She placed her large breasts against Hazel's side and began to gently rub them up and down, providing a soothing sensation amidst the cold. "Don't be afraid, honey. Take his musky dick," she coaxed. Hazel obeyed, her eyes widening as she tasted a cock for the first time, feeling an overwhelming urge to close her mouth and draw on it like a straw. However, she resisted the temptation, keeping her mouth open and allowing her tongue to dance around the head, eagerly collecting a bead of precum that had formed.

When Winter warned her of his intent to be rough, a smile of anticipation blossomed on Hazel's lips. She nodded in agreement, her hands moving to caress her own breasts in a familiar, comforting gesture. "You got this, baby," her mother murmured, her voice a gentle reassurance that filled the chilly air of the room.

"Keep your mouth open," he instructed, and without another word, he shoved her head forward. His powerful thrusts drove his large cock down her throat, almost reaching her stomach. He began to throat fuck her without any mercy. Winter moaned and precum leaked from her, but he had no intention of letting this last too long. Something within him had changed after his queen had laid eggs; he no longer felt comfortable using and abusing females unless it was a punishment they required.

He grabbed her firmly, his cold cock relentlessly pushing back and forth in her throat. The sounds of her gagging were muffled as she struggled to keep up with his pace. Noticing her distress, he decided to cast a quick enchantment. This allowed Hazel to continue breathing through her nose despite the intense oral assault she was enduring. Utilizing her horns as handles, he maintained control over her, ensuring she couldn't pull away. Each thrust grew more forceful, a clear demonstration of his dominance. The room was filled with the wet, gagging noises of her trying to accommodate his massive size. Despite her best efforts, she remained helpless under his control.

Hazel choked and gagged, "GRRLKLKK!!" as Winter's cock filled her mouth immediately. Her talons shot up in a desperate attempt to push him away, but her own mother intervened, grabbing her wrists and tying them tightly behind her back, granting Winter complete control over Sequoia's struggling daughter. Her eyes watered as she fought for air, her throat painfully distended by the sheer size of his member. Each time she thought she might suffocate, a fresh wave of panic washed over her, only to be met with the cold, bitter taste of his precum filling her stomach.

But then, something changed. As if by some cruel magic, the air around her grew thinner, and she found herself gasping for breath through her nose, her body no longer fighting the intrusion in her mouth. The sensation of his shaft sliding over her tongue grew less repulsive, and she began to feel a strange, almost enjoyable sensation building within her.

Her mother, the Leafwing Queen, watched intently as she caressed Hazel's bound wings, a wicked smile playing across her lips. "Is there anything you'd like for me to do, King Winter?" she purred, her voice dripping with deference as she took pleasure in her daughter's degradation.

He vigorously thrust into her as far as possible, each movement causing more of his pre-cum to spill into her stomach. A wicked smirk spread across his face when Sequoia began binding her daughter's wrists with trembling hands. It was clear she had reached her breaking point. He held her gaze, tightening his grip on the leash attached to her neck, a symbol of his dominance. "Why don't you dance for me?" he suggested, his tone a sinful purr. "Dance nice and sexy." He was eager to witness the spectacle of this once-mighty matriarch performing like a stripper at his command. Since he had restored her youthful form, there was no need for his imagination to fill in the gaps. She had been transformed into a living, breathing testament to his power, and now she would dance for his amusement.

Hazel's spit leaked out of her mouth as Winter's cock was also lubricated with the Leafwing's saliva. Sequoia knew her daughter would be fine with the throat fucking; Winter was indeed smart with his magic, not careless as she had initially thought.

The Leafwing Queen gracefully stood up and began to dance in a slow, sensual manner, her hands gliding over her voluptuous body to ensure every curve and contour was accentuated. Each part of her anatomy wobbled and jiggled with seductive intent as she approached the Icewing, positioning herself strategically. Hazel now found herself nestled between Sequoia's muscular thighs and Winter's aroused crotch.

Sequoia leaned closer to the Icewing, pressing her ample green buttocks against her daughter's face. She began to smother Hazel with her round, inviting ass, wiggling and spreading her cheeks with a teasing grin. The scent of her arousal filled the air as her juices trickled down, coating Hazel's forehead and cheeks in a warm, sticky embrace. The Queen's dance grew more intense, her movements deliberate and erotic, as she continued to perform for their captive audience.
With a deft and powerful swing of his magical hand, he delivered a resounding slap to Sequoia's ass. Her plump cheeks quivered and jiggled from the intense impact, a sight that brought him immense satisfaction. He watched with a smug smile as she stumbled slightly, the sound echoing through the room.

With a sinister chuckle, he grew a second cock, his power unbridled. He then opened a portal, which grew wide and ominous before him. Through this dark and pulsating void, he proceeded to brutally fuck Sequoia. At the same time, he held Hazel firmly, forcing his cock down her throat. She choked and gagged, her eyes watering as she struggled against his iron grip. He was close to climax, pre-cum dripping from the tip of his cock, filling her stomach with his hot, sticky essence.

"Keep dancing, Sequoia," he growled, his voice thick with lust and dominance. "If you can't keep up until I cum, then I will declare you the official leafwing slut of the day!" His threat hung in the air, a promise of further degradation should she fail to meet his demands. "After I have freed your tribe, of course," he added with a wicked smirk.

"AHHH!!" Sequoia moaned, her body convulsing as she squirted profusely over her daughter from the force of Winter's slap. Her cheeks quivered and jiggled in response, a testament to the intensity of the sensation. Winter then proceeded to penetrate her aggressively with a second, equally massive cock, causing her to quiver and gasp. Meanwhile, Hazel's psyche was as shattered as her mother's; she found herself eagerly sucking on Winter's cock, savoring the taste of his cum as it coated her. The moans grew louder as Winter's cock slid in and out of her mother's hole, and Sequoia's eyes were glazed with a mix of pleasure and disbelief. "Ahh... my King, your cock... where is it coming from?" she managed to murmur, her voice thick with arousal and confusion, as she watched her mother dance and shake her hips, showcasing her newfound obedience.

"A nice little portal," he said, "and I said you keep dancing, so get off your daughter and dance like a stripper!" He growled menacingly and continued thrusting vigorously, his movements powerful and unyielding. Suddenly, with no warning, he began to climax, releasing his seed directly into Hazel's stomach as he maintained his rapid and intense rhythm. He tugged sharply on Sequoia's vine leash, pulling her away from her daughter, making it clear that she should take the hint and comply.

"Y-yes, my King..." The Queen obeyed, gracefully rising from her daughter's face, continuing her seductive dance. She swayed her tail from side to side, providing a tantalizing view of her voluptuous assets. Her movements grew more explicit, spreading her hindquarters to showcase her freshly filled pussy, which gaped open slightly around the base of his new cock. Hazel's eyes widened with a mix of shock and arousal as she felt the cool flood of Winter's seed fill her belly. She had never experienced such a sensation before, but she knew instinctively that she craved more. Swallowing the potent liquid with an audible gulp, she savored every drop, her expression one of a creature discovering a newfound delight.

Meanwhile, Sequoia remained unfazed by the intimate scene unfolding before her, her eyes focused solely on the King. Her dance grew more erotic, her hands caressing her own breasts, kneading and plucking at her nipples as if offering them to him. Her hips rolled in a rhythmic motion that mimicked the act of copulation, her every movement deliberate and enticing. Her body language was that of a seasoned seductress, each curve and arch calculated to drive the male wild with desire. She had learned much from watching her mother's encounters with the other males of the court, and she put her knowledge to good use, her performance a testament to her burgeoning sexuality.

After Winter had finished unloading several gallons of cum into Hazel's stomach, he withdrew his cock from her throat. With a wicked smirk, he moved to claim Sequoia's pussy next. The sheer force of his ruthless fucking made her body quake and quiver with each thrust. Her eyes grew wide with a mix of fear and excitement, as she realized that if she stopped dancing, she'd be subjected to an exhausting, tribe-wide gang bang that could last an entire day. She knew her aging body would struggle to endure such a marathon of depravity, but she had little choice in the matter. With a resigned sigh, she continued to gyrate and twirl, hoping to maintain her energy and dignity amidst the relentless carnality that surrounded her.

Hazel's body gave way, collapsing onto the floor with a soft thud. She moaned deeply, her satisfaction palpable as the weight of her cum-filled stomach pressed against the cool, hard ground. Her sensitive ears detected the unmistakable sound of scales slapping against scales, the rhythmic crescendos of her King's vigorous lovemaking with her mother echoing through the room. Despite the intense sensations of having both of his cocks stretching and filling her to the brim, Sequoia valiantly attempted to maintain her sensual dance. Each powerful thrust from her King's mighty appendages made her wobble precariously, and eventually she tumbled to the floor. Yet, even in this compromised position, she remained unyielding in her desire to entertain, continuing to writhe and contort her body in a series of mesmerizing poses as she was relentlessly ravished by his interdimensional prowess.

He was on the brink of delivering her punishment, but to his astonishment, she managed to maintain her dance even as she lay on the ground. Intrigued, he chose to be more lenient and presented her with a decision as he continued to thrust into her vigorously through the interdimensional opening. Her pussy had grown extremely tight around his cocks. "Get up," he commanded, his voice gruff with effort and desire, "and keep dancing," he added, watching closely to see if she would obey or choose to face the consequences of her actions.

Her pussy gaped wide as Winter fucked her hard and fast. Her legs closed up around his cock, and her talons scraped the floor from the unbearable pleasure. When he ordered her to try to stand, she found herself unable to comply. Each time she placed her talons firmly on the floor, a perfectly timed thrust would send her reeling back down, forcing her to remain in her slutty, toyish position. "I-I'm sorry, my King," she gasped, her voice quivering with pleasure. "The pleasure is too much. M-my legs feel numb!" In a desperate attempt to regain control, she reached a talon down to her clit and, with a single press, she climaxed once more, her fluids spurting across the wooden floor. She panted heavily, fully aware of the consequences that awaited her if she failed to follow her King's commands.

He didn't respond and simply growled as he released, and due to the spell, all of his cum from both his cocks was deposited directly into her. He roughly pulled on her leash and delivered a harsh slap to her ass as he dragged her until she was lying on her back, her body stretched and vulnerable before him. "Then, when I take over your tribe, you will offer yourself as free use to any Leafwing for one day. You will not decline or refuse any cock or pussy, understood?" He spoke with a finality that brooked no argument, his tone a mix of command and smug satisfaction as he finally finished filling her to the brim.

Sequoia's belly expanded even more, making it appear as if she were pregnant. Her eyes rolled back as the King filled her once again, but the slap brought her out of her trance. She tightened her grip on the leash that Winter was pulling with a bit too much force. Sighing, she heard Winter declare that she would become a slut for their tribe for the day, willing to serve any Leafwing who desired to fuck her senseless or have her pussy devoured, or even to reciprocate the favor to others. "Y-yes, my King. I understand your orders," she murmured in submission.

Then, without warning, Hazel's body contorted with a sudden groan. She rolled onto her back, her breath coming in ragged pants. "Could I help my mother become a slut, Master?" she asked, her voice trembling with anticipation. The corrupted Leafwing's mind raced with depraved thoughts, imagining the ways she could manipulate her own mother into a helpless position, leaving her at the mercy of the tribe's sexual appetites for hours on end.

"No, Hazel," he said with a wicked grin, "once I'm done here, I'm taking you to my palace, and you will become my Leafwing slut. Now, I just need to find a suitable royal Silkwing to satisfy my desires." A royal slut collar materialized around her neck, serving as a constant reminder of her new status and ownership. However, he decided to grant her a temporary reprieve from his dominance. "But that won't be for a while. Until I return, you may do whatever you wish to your mother, my greedy little slut," he told her, giving her plump posterior a hard slap for emphasis. He turned and walked away, leaving the shattered royal family to contemplate their fate as he spread his influence like a malicious virus.

The Leafwing's eyes sparkled with excitement as the shiny collar materialized around her neck. Her body quivered in anticipation of the nonstop sexual escapades that lay ahead of her. "Thank you, Master," she exclaimed, her voice filled with glee. "I'll be one of your best sluts!"

Her gratitude was met with an unexpected boon; the power to transform her mother into the most extravagant plaything the Leafwing community had ever seen. "Yes, Master," she purred, her eyes glazed over with lustful intent. "I'll make sure she's leaking from every single hole!"

With a sadistic smirk, she watched as her mother, Sequoia, was presented before her. Sequoia's expression was a mix of shock and horror, but the collar's influence left the Leafwing incapable of feeling anything but excitement. The Leafwing took hold of the leash and deftly bound her mother's wrists together with it. "I can't wait to play with you, mother," she said in a seductive tone that sent a shiver down Sequoia's spine. Her talons, usually gentle and caring, now bore down on the soft flesh of her ass with a firm, punishing crack. "You're going to love this," she promised, her eyes gleaming with a malicious excitement.

And that was how Winter left them.

Chapter Text

As Winter departed with a smug expression, he soared back to his humble abode where Willow had situated him. Upon reaching it, he discovered another Leafwing adorned with golden spots scattered across her form, engaged in a warm reunion with someone else. Willow spoke cheerfully, "It's so delightful to see you, Sundew. How was your workday?" Before she could continue, she abruptly emitted a sound of strain, blending frustration with confusion. "Wasp is out and about, but she's transformed into something unrecognizable. The moment I caught sight of her, she was pleasuring herself with two Leafwings simultaneously. I'm at a loss to explain it, but the former Hivewing Queen has apparently embraced a promiscuous nature." Sundew's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red as she recounted her experience with a tinge of embarrassment. "And, I might have given in to temptation, using her snout in a rather... intimate manner," she admitted, her voice trailing off. Despite this revelation, Willow offered a comforting hug, reassuring Sundew that she bore no feelings of jealousy.

Winter had been quietly observing the conversation, listening intently for a brief moment before deciding to make his presence known. He approached the new leaf-wing, his gaze sweeping over her form, and a smug smile graced his lips as he heard the whispers of Wasp's promiscuity. Although feeling a smidgen of pride, he was also slightly disheartened by the lack of mention regarding any Hivewing conquests. He chose to voice his thoughts aloud. "I might have something to do with that," he said, his voice carrying a hint of playful challenge, "but have you noticed whether she's been with any Hivewings at all?" He activated his irresistible male charm, though he was under no illusion that his natural scent would have any effect on these particular females. For the time being, he refrained from relying on that particular asset.

The dragons whipped around in surprise the moment Winter began speaking. Willow visibly relaxed upon recognizing the voice, while Sundew remained vigilant, her eyes narrowed. "What do you mean you had something to do with it?!" Sundew hissed, baring her teeth aggressively.

Before she could continue, Willow gently placed a talon on her shoulder. "Sundew, it's alright. This is King Winter," she assured her, her voice a soothing melody. "He's here to assist the SilkWings and LeafWings with rebuilding Pantala. He's already spoken to Queen Sequoia," she added, stroking Sundew's scales in a comforting manner.

Winter's gaze flickered between them, his expression unreadable. He had read Sundew's thoughts and knew she was hiding something. Wasp had indeed indulged in sexual encounters with four HiveWings during his absence. He couldn't help but chuckle internally. Despite Sundew’s suspicion and his private thoughts, he remained focused on the task at hand.

"How did your conversation with Queen Sequoia unfold?" Willow inquired, her tone as soft and sweet as a summer breeze as she caressed her lover's scales.

"It went fine, thank you, Willow," he smiled at her, then looked towards Sundew. He knew she was going to be a problem, but he had already thought of the best way to break the tough dragon's will. He was going to have sex with and break Willow right in front of her. He blocked Sundew's leafspeak temporarily, and as he did, he used his magic to slowly and stealthily snake the surrounding vines toward her, ensuring she didn't notice.

"And I mean that," he said, "I freed Wasp and turned her into a slut." He was aware that Sundew would likely attempt to harm him the moment she understood his intentions. As soon as he finished speaking, the vines wrapped around Sundew's arms and legs, hoisting her in the air, as he kept her leafspeak blocked. She was unable to communicate or resist as he approached Willow.

"I really want to help the LeafWings," he continued, his voice low and intense, "but in order to do so, I need to have sex with you first." His cock grew hard at the thought, but he was also aware that Willow would not be easily aroused by his words. He pinned her to the wall, his actions speaking louder than his intentions.

"That's good to hear," Willow inquired, attempting to steer the conversation away from what Sundew desired. "But he hasn't told us what he did to Wasp! What did you do?" She snarled, baring her teeth slightly at him.

Once he responded, the enraged Leafwing lunged towards him, but before she could make contact, the vines swiftly wrapped around her limbs, hoisting her up in the air. She was rendered utterly powerless to do anything but struggle. Despite her efforts to use Leafspeak, she found she couldn't hear the plants' voices or command them to release her.

Panic surged through Willow as she watched her lover's predicament. "H-hey, Your Majesty! Put her down!" she exclaimed in a suddenly authoritative tone, her voice trembling as Winter approached with a sinister intent.

Sundew, feeling the cold touch of Winter's member against her, was filled with terror. "What?!" both girls shrieked simultaneously.

"Let her go, you fucking dick!" Sundew roared with all the might she could muster, thrashing and squirming within the unforgiving embrace of the vines.

Willow, now pinned down herself, felt the weight of the situation pressing heavily upon her. "W-what are you doing?!" she stuttered, horrified by the turn of events.

Ignoring the protests, he instead ground his cock against Willow, deliberately placing them within Sundew's line of sight. His intention was clear; he wanted her to watch as Willow transformed into a ravenous cock-craving whore. "Don't worry, you'll get to experience it for yourself," he taunted, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Once I'm done with both of you, there'll be no question about your newfound bisexual appetites."

With a powerful grip, he lifted Willow by her hips and thrust his substantial manhood deep into her tight pussy. The sudden intrusion made her gasp, her eyes widening in shock and pleasure. He began to pound her mercilessly, each stroke echoing through the room like a carnally driven hammer. Her body responded instinctively, hips rising to meet his punishing rhythm. Meanwhile, Sundew, unable to look away, felt a strange mix of arousal and apprehension, knowing she would soon be the recipient of his relentless attention.

Sundew was dragged over to the two dragons, who forced her to witness her friend's plight. Willow was pinned with her legs pressed against the walls, her body arched in a vulnerable position. Winter thrust his massive cock into Willow's pussy, causing her to yelp. The room echoed with wet, smacking sounds as he claimed her, filling her completely with his thick, powerful member.

Sundew struggled against the restraints, her eyes wide with terror and desperation. She bit her lip hard, trying to muster the strength to kick and thrash about in protest. "Anyone! Get the fuck over here!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, hoping someone might come to their rescue. "We're in trouble—"

Her cries for help were abruptly silenced as a vine snaked into her mouth, cutting off her words. The vine was thick enough to prevent her from speaking, but allowed for a small passage of air, ensuring she could still breathe. The Winter found amusement in her futile efforts to resist, and the sound of their laughter filled the hut. Winter's relentless pounding of Willow's pussy grew more vigorous, her gasps and moans a testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing despite the situation. The vine in Sundew's throat served as a stark reminder of their captivity, leaving her unable to do anything but watch her girlfriend being taken by a creature she never thought she'd encounter in such a way.

Willow struggled in vain to push him away, her legs quivering uncontrollably, her toes curling towards her face as she was bent over backward like a chair. The feeling of the cock inside her was unparalleled to anything she had ever experienced. Despite the numerous pegging sessions she and Sundew had shared, courtesy of her girlfriend's Leafspeak abilities, this was the real deal. It was cold, massive, and stretched her to a point where pleasure surged through her like never before. A gentle moan escaped her lips as her talons lost their grip on Winter, hanging limp and useless. Her tongue lolled out as she watched herself succumbing to the overwhelming sensations.

"No! Willow, please fight him— GLRRK!" The Leafwing's protests were abruptly silenced when a vine slithered down her throat, causing her to gag and cough. She could only squirm and look on in horror as Willow, once resistant, now seemed to be succumbing to the intoxicating pleasure of being brutally penetrated and dominated by Winter.

Winter smirked, then pulled the vine out as he wanted to hear Sundew beg desperately for Willow to fight it, even though it was futile. He wrapped his hand firmly around Willow's neck, continuing to pound his cock deep into her womb with unyielding force. Leaning in, he spoke tauntingly, "My cock is much better than anything she could ever give you, isn't it, slut?" His voice was low and malicious, savoring the power he held over her in this moment of complete domination.

Sundew gasped as the vine slithered from her mouth, and she glared at Winter. "Willow, please don't give into this fucking liar!" She struggled fiercely, but the plants she was born to command had turned against her. Willow's gasps evolved into soft, choking moans as she endured his relentless pounding. Her abdomen bulged obscenely with each powerful thrust, her eyes rolling back in a mix of pain and pleasure.

Her lover's body trembled beneath the merciless onslaught, the whispered words of the male eliciting a symphony of reactions from her. "Y-yes... it's so big. I love how much it stretches my hole. I-I'm sorry Sundew, but his dick feels so amazing. I want to feel more..." she panted, her gaze meeting Sundew's. The latter's face fell in horror, but she continued to squirm and resist.

With a sadistic smirk, he snapped his talons, ensuring that Sundew's voice could only be heard as a plea for Willow's resistance. "That's it, beg for your king to fill you up," he cooed, his grip on her throat tightening as he pistoned his cock into her even faster and deeper. The sound of their wet, feral coupling filled the air as the plants around them swayed in silent perversion.

Sundew's muffled cries of "Mrrnmmph!!!" pierced the air as she clutched at her own body, the occasional words escaping towards Willow. However, the submissive Leafwing remained oblivious, her eyes squeezed shut and her head spinning from the overwhelming pleasure. She started to choke and gasp as Winter intensified his rhythm, hitting every sensitive spot with precision. "H-harder daddy..." Willow whimpered, her voice a desperate plea. Sundew's cheeks flushed a deep crimson when she realized that Willow had a "mommy" kink. The situation grew more complex, with a male now fulfilling her desires. "Please fill me with cum, daddy!" Willow begged, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"That's a good slut. Give in to me," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with triumph as he saw the blush spread across Sundew's cheeks. "You belong to me now, don't you?" He paused, savoring her defeat, before focusing his attention on the leafwing beneath him. "You little whore~"

He turned back to Sundew, his voice dripping with anticipation. "Now watch as I inflate her with my seed, as you will be next~" With a wicked smirk playing on his lips, he resumed his relentless pounding. Willow's eyes widened in shock and pleasure as she felt the cold surge of his essence fill her womb. Her body responded without hesitation, and she could feel herself slipping into the role of the sex-crazed creature he had transformed her into.

Her belly began to swell, a testament to the power of his dominance. Sundew watched in horror, knowing that it was too late. Her girlfriend had been replaced by a ravenous slut, and she was next in line to be claimed by him. The reality of the situation washed over her, leaving her trembling with fear and an unwelcome surge of arousal.

"Y-yes," Willow gasped, her words barely coherent amidst the relentless waves of pleasure crashing over her. "I belong to you, Master. I never want to stop riding your cock..." Her thoughts were consumed by the intoxicating haze of lust that Winter had cast upon her, leaving her fully devoted to the sensations he provided.

Her movements grew more erratic as she succumbed further to the allure of the act, her tail swishing wildly from side to side in rhythm with Winter's powerful thrusts. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and she found herself unable to resist the urge to lick at her own hind talon, which was adorned with the glistening evidence of their union. She began to suckle her toes with the same fervor that she had for his shaft, drawing a deep groan from Winter.

Sundew could only stare in stunned disbelief as she watched her girlfriend's transformation unfold before her eyes. A fiery mix of anger and arousal burned within her, a silent war raging between her love for Willow and the dark desires that Winter had so easily brought to the surface. Her wings fluttered in agitation, and she let out a low, menacing growl, baring her teeth at the ice demon.

But despite her fiery protest, she couldn't deny the allure of the scene before her. A part of her, deep and primal, yearned for the same intense connection that Willow was experiencing. She watched with a mix of horror and fascination as Willow's womb began to expand, visibly swelling with each pulse of Winter's seed filling her to the brim.

The sound of Willow's womb contracting, releasing a deep, resonant GLORP, echoed through the room, a testament to the sheer volume of cum that had been deposited within her. The Leafwing's expression shifted from shock to despair as she witnessed the extent of Willow's corruption, her girlfriend's face a mask of bliss while her own mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

"S-so much cum... thank you, Master..." Willow murmured, her voice a symphony of pleasure and submission. Her body quivered uncontrollably as she reveled in the aftermath of her climax, completely and utterly spent. The sight was almost too much for Sundew to bear, and she had to forcefully remind herself of her own identity, her own resolve to not give in to the siren's call of Winter's dominance.
"What? Is the big, bad Sundew silenced?" He teased and moaned, his voice filled with mocking amusement as he continued to thrust into the Leafwing beneath him. Her body quivered with pleasure until her belly swelled larger than her own ample breasts. He then cast a quick spell, ensuring that all of his icy seed would be contained within her. With a smirk, he withdrew from her and turned his attention to Sundew. "Now it's your turn," he called out, beckoning Willow closer. "I have an idea for her," he added, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He knew that Sundew, who loved Willow deeply, would never dream of causing her harm, no matter the circumstances.

Willow tightly clutched her significantly swollen midsection, her breaths coming out in a mix of moans and gasps. Her thoughts were consumed by the overwhelming sensation of her Master's impressive manhood and her insatiable desire to experience such pleasure every single day. "Ahhh~!" she exhaled with satisfaction as he withdrew from her, her body feeling utterly filled and satisfied. Despite her reluctance to move, she knew she had to obey when commanded. With legs that trembled beneath her, she managed to rise and shuffle her way back to her King.

As she approached, Sundew's eyes grew wide with shock and desperation. The poor, ensnared dragoness struggled fiercely against the constricting vines, her eyes pleading with Willow to resist the control of the malevolent entity that had invaded her mind. "Yes, Master," she murmured softly, her voice filled with an unmistakable longing for his dominance. "How may I serve you?"

Ignoring her lover's futile protests, Willow leaned into Winter, nuzzling his firm chest with an affectionate gesture. The sight of her bulging stomach was a stark contrast to her otherwise slender frame, a testament to the power of her Master's seed. Sundew's struggles grew more frantic as she watched Willow succumb to the seductive allure of her captor. She tried once more, her voice strained and panicked. "Willow, please! Listen to me! Don't let this wicked dragon control you!" Her words fell on deaf ears, however, as Willow remained transfixed by the commanding presence of the one who had claimed her so thoroughly.

Winter instructed Sundew, "I need you to pin this non-believer here on the floor for me." Then, he had the vines drop Sundew to the floor and positioned himself behind Willow. He gave Willow the strength to overpower her now ex-girlfriend. With a wicked smile, he placed a hand on her shoulder and assured her, "She won't listen to you anymore, Sundew. Her mind and body belong to me now." Looking at her with a hint of menace, he added, "Don't worry; soon you will join her."

"Yes, Master. I'll pin my sexy girlfriend down," Willow smirked as she watched Sundew fall to the floor. The Leafwing had been caught off guard and was now beneath her, struggling against the weight that held her down.

Sundew's eyes widened in surprise as she felt the strength in Willow's grip. She hadn't anticipated this level of power from her. Despite her own desire to avoid a physical confrontation, she found herself with no other option but to resist.

Willow leaned in, her teeth grazing Sundew's neck as she whispered, "Don't worry, Sundew. We'll both be sluts together." She paused, her breath hot against Sundew's skin. "Imagine the fun we'll have with all those males, while we rub our pussies together and kiss."

The vividness of Willow's words caused a blush to creep up the Leafwing's cheeks. At the same time, a cold realization washed over her: she had been overconfident in her own strength. Willow had changed in some way that she hadn't anticipated.

Panic set in as Sundew's situation grew more dire. She began to thrash her legs and roar out for help, hoping that someone might hear her cries and come to her aid. Willow's grip tightened, a clear indication that she had no intention of letting Sundew go without a fight.

Her screams of fury and thrashing came to an abrupt halt as she felt a frosty, substantial object intrude into her sex. Winter commenced to vigorously pound Sundew, his phallus plunging in and out of her previously untouched leafwing vagina with a fervent tempo. He administered a firm smack to Willow's posterior, expressing his approval of her submission. "You're such an obedient girl, Willow," he murmured, his voice laden with desire. "Why don't you start playing with her titties?"

"GAAHHH!!" Sundew cried out in pain as her pussy was stretched to its limits by Winter's cold, blue cock. It pounded into her womb, gradually transforming her into a mindless slut, much like Willow. Her tightness was evident, as she had only ever been penetrated by small vines and was unaccustomed to something so substantial.

Willow yelped and trembled as her plump rear was spanked, causing it to jiggle tantalizingly in front of Winter's face. She eagerly awaited her next instruction. "Mmm, of course, Master. I love playing with her soft boobs every time we have fun~" Willow's soft, dextrous talons glided over Sundew's scales, tracing a path that led to her ample breasts. Her tongue flickered out and began to tease Sundew's erect nipple, the sensation eliciting a hiss of pleasure from the plant-like creature. Sundew's teeth clenched tightly as Willow's ministrations grew more focused; she knew all too well the pleasure Willow could bring with just the right touch to her breasts.

Winter relentlessly drove his cock in and out of Sundew's snug pussy, moaning with the sheer delight of her tightness. He hadn't felt a virgin's embrace in quite some time, but he knew that none could withstand his girth without exception. With a powerful tug on her tail, he propelled both girls back and forth, his hips a mere blur of motion. "Come on, Sundew," he urged, his voice thick with desire. "Beg for more and submit to me. Once you do, I promise you can indulge in all the fun with Willow you could ever want. And as a little bonus," he added with a sly grin, "I'll enhance your leafspeak to make your experiences even kinkier."

Intense slapping noises echoed through the room as Winter vigorously pounded Sundew's pussy, the Leafwing's body adjusting to the size of his member. Sundew's eyes rolled back with pleasure as Willow's expert mouth worked on her sensitive nipples, eliciting moans of ecstasy. Their synchronized movements grew increasingly erratic, breasts and asses jiggling with each thrust.

"Oh Willow," Sundew managed to gasp, her voice strained with passion. "Please don't stop... your touch feels so amazing!"

Willow's suckling and fondling grew more fervent, her dedication to pleasing her friend's body unyielding. The sounds of their lovemaking grew to a crescendo, each slap of skin against skin resonating through the air as they approached climax.

Suddenly, with a desperate cry, Sundew's hips jolted upwards. "AHHH!!" she screamed, her pussy clenching around Winter's cock as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Her nectar flowed freely, coating him in a warm, sticky embrace.

Winter chuckled to himself, finding his newfound lover's submission incredibly satisfying. "You're even better than I thought, my little slut," he murmured, relishing in the power dynamics of the situation. Sundew's body quivered with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her eyes glazed over with a mix of pleasure and submission.

With a few more powerful thrusts, Winter let out a roar and slammed his cock deep inside her, as his cold Icewing seed blasted inside her womb by the gallons. Soon, Willow could feel Sundew's belly swell and push against hers, both of them feeling quite cold. Winter gave Willow's ass another hard smack, then he used his magic to shove vine up her ass, slowly making it go through her whole body. Meanwhile, as the Icewing's cold cum entered her, Sundew's mind completely shattered into another slut for Winter's empire.

Sundew's tightness and virginity might have urged Winter to climax sooner, but his orgasm was nonetheless powerful and voluminous, inflating the other Leafwing's belly to match Willow's. The two females' cum-filled abdomens squished together as they moved, creating a wet and lewd sound. Meanwhile, Willow's bottom quivered from the stinging slap she had received earlier. Sundew's facial expression was one of pure ecstasy, savoring the unique sensation of the cold semen inside her, though she found herself craving more. Willow, still fully engaged, massaged Sundew's breasts and twirled her nipples with skilled fingers, teasing them into hard peaks.

Breaking away from their intimate embrace, Sundew begged, "Oh fuck... this feels so good. I-I want more..." Her cheeks flushed with desire, she pleaded, "King Winter, could I please have more of your cold seed? I'll be a good girl this time, I promise!!" Her voice was a whimper, filled with need. Willow watched, her own arousal heightened by the sight of her lover's submission and desire.

Without a moment's hesitation, Sundew rolled Willow onto her back and lifted her own tail, offering up her untouched rear to the eager Icewing. "I don't know if you've had Leafwing ass before," she panted, "but I want to be your first!" The lust in her eyes was palpable, her body quivering with anticipation. She hoped that by granting this intimate request, she could somehow claim a part of Winter's icy heart.

He was astonished to see Sundew's total metamorphosis into a sex-crazed slut, mirroring the rest of his empire. With a smug smile, he took in her pleading words, desperate to be filled once more despite already being at capacity. He didn't hesitate to form a second phallus, eager to indulge in the opportunity to dominate another female. He slapped her green leafwing buttocks with gusto, treating her like the wanton creature she had become. "Plead more, slut," he taunted.

Sundew's eyes lit up with excitement when she observed a second shaft emerging from Winter's sex, and she didn't waste a moment questioning the phenomenon. Instead, she craved the full experience, eagerly wanting both phallic intrusions within her. Her voluptuous breasts compressed against Winter's chest as she leaned closer, her bottom cheeks gently quivering in anticipation. "Oh, please, Master Winter!" she begged. "I need your thick, cold cocks to fill and ravage my insides! The sensation of your icy cum is exquisite, and I long to be impregnated by your frigid essence!"

Her voice was filled with desire, her words a testament to the depth of her craving for the unusual union she was about to experience. She arched her back, presenting herself more fully to the dual shafts that promised to stretch and claim her body. The room was thick with anticipation, the air charged with the scent of arousal and the unmistakable energy of something utterly primal about to unfold.

Winter doesn't hesitate; he goes over to Sundew's plump ass and gives it another hard smack. Before she can recover from the harsh slap, he drives his cocks all the way inside of her. He grunts when he feels how tight her asshole is; it's difficult for him to thrust, but he manages, and soon he's pounding the slutty leafwing for all she's worth. He buries his cocks as fast and deep as he can, filling both her ass and her pussy.

She spreads her spanked rear and kisses Willow, her eyes glazed with passion as her holes are filled with his two massive cocks. She hisses in slight pain, but it quickly morphs into a whimper of pleasure as she adjusts to the sensation of her asshole being stretched by his cold, thick member. Meanwhile, her already distended pussy welcomes him back in with a wet embrace. "Ahh, fuck! Yes, M-master!" she moans, her voice trembling with delight as she feels his ridges caressing her insides. He slaps his crotch against her ass, each impact sending a wave of sensation through her body. She can feel the fullness of his juicy blue cocks filling her up completely.

Her orgasm builds again, and she cries out, her body convulsing as she squirts onto Willow's eager pussy, which she is grinding against with reckless abandon. Their kisses become more intense, tongues entwined as she eagerly seeks out her girlfriend's taste. Her master's cocks piston in and out of her, a rhythmic symphony of pleasure and pain that she has come to crave. She pushes her tongue deeper into Willow's mouth, her moans muffled by their passionate kiss, as she continues to wiggle her hips, inviting him to take her even harder. Her entire being is lost in the rapture of the moment, her body a canvas for his dominance.

Winter delivered another severe spank to Sundew, continuing his relentless assault. His sole focus was to transform her into Pantalian royalty, akin to Aukelt. This, however, came with a stringent condition: she would have to endure an evening with Aukelt and assert dominance over her on several occasions. Only then could she truly claim the title of Broodmistress of Pantailia. Winter's thoughts drifted back to the task at hand as he pounded into her, completely unbridled. He lifted the suppression on her leaf-speak and bolstered it, making it twice as potent as before. "That's it, my good bitch," he murmured, a sinister smile playing across his lips. "Maintain this performance, and I have grand plans for you."

Her bottom began to throb with the imprints of his talons, which had painted her green skin a fiery red. She moaned deeply and pinned Willow beneath her, asserting her dominance and bringing her to a powerful climax. Their fluids intertwined, releasing an aromatic bouquet that filled the air with a flowery scent.

The moment the spell that had silenced her Leafspeak lifted, she found herself with a newfound connection to the plants around them. It was as if she could command them with the flick of a wrist instead of persuading them with gentle whispers. Wasting no time, Sundew embraced this power and transformed her surroundings into a verdant dungeon, the vines eager to serve her desires.

With a deft touch, she crafted a makeshift phallus from the pliant vines, a tool of pleasure that she promptly introduced to Willow's eager mouth. "Ahh, this sensation... Did you do this, my love?" Willow gasped around the intrusion, her eyes glazed with lust. "I feel so strong. Ah, please, fill me up with your cold seed. I want it in every part of me! I want to serve you!"

The vines grew more insistent, wrapping themselves around Willow's limbs and torso, drawing her into a tight mating press that left her helpless yet exhilarated. Each twist and coil brought a new sensation, each one more intense than the last, as Sundew continued to work her vine-crafted cock deeper into Willow's eager mouth. The thrill of their forbidden union resonated through the forest, a symphony of desire and power that was all their own.

Winter smirked, and he decided to add one more little spell. When he came inside of Sundew, she would become a total sex-addicted slut. He smiled and delivered another harsh smack to her now crimson ass, as he rammed into her vigorously. Cum erupted from both his cocks, filling both her womb and her stomach to their absolute limits. Soon, his icy seed shot up her throat, and Winter issued another command to the once feisty young woman. "Better make out with your girlfriend," he said with a smug tone, "I'm sure she'd be eager to drink my cum from your mouth."

"GAH! Fuck yes!" she exclaimed, her eyes rolling back in pure bliss as Winter began to fill her insides with cum. Her pupils transformed into tiny, beating hearts, signifying her complete surrender to her sexual addiction and confirming her fate as Pantalia's perfect brood mother. Willow's womb and stomach swelled as she received the cold, potent seed, which seemed to flow through her body, filling every crevice.

As the vines retreated from her throat, they were replaced by the warm, cum-covered mouth of Sundew. Willow choked out a muffled sound and started to greedily drink the seed that spilled from her girlfriend's mouth. The vines, now entwined around their heads, held them in a tight, unyielding embrace, ensuring that not a drop of the precious fluid was wasted. The excess seed that couldn't be contained within Sundew's body was redirected into Willow's eager mouth, creating a bizarre and intimate connection between the two. They were bound together in this act, their bodies responding to the primal need to procreate and satisfy their desires.

Winter smirked as he continued to fill the once-dominant LeafWing with his seed. She would now serve as the ideal broodmare for Pantala, her powerful LeafSpeak and fiery temperament perfectly suited for the role. He couldn't resist the thought that she was the perfect slut for the job. Winter's moans grew more intense, and his teeth gritted together until, after several minutes, he finally reached his icy climax. This pleasure was exclusively his, not shared with the two LeafWings beneath him.

"How was that, my obedient whores?" he asked, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Hungry for more, eager to remain in my empire?"

Willow greedily consumed the copious amount of seed that Sundew was unable to contain, her stomach swelling noticeably from the volume. The two of them were locked in a passionate embrace, their kisses growing more fervent by the second. Sundew was utterly lost in ecstasy, her body suffused with waves of pleasure that seemed to emanate from her very core. As she climaxed once more, her internal muscles clenched around Winter’s member, which was already pulsing with his own release. Willow's enthusiastic response matched hers, their shared passion echoing through the room.

When their intimate moment concluded, both females lay with distended bellies, glowing with the evidence of their union with the king. Sundew managed to catch her breath and roll onto her back, with Willow still nestled within the warmth of her embrace. "Th-that was incredible, Master," she murmured, her voice filled with satisfaction. "I enjoyed every second of it." Willow echoed her sentiment, a hint of mischief in her eyes. "Mm, your seed tasted so exquisite, King Winter! We would be thrilled to join your empire if we could experience this bliss every day!"

Winter smirked as he surveyed the ladies with their swollen bellies, ensuring that the spell he had cast would impart the laws of his empire upon all the dragons he had claimed. With a flick of his wrist, he released Willow from her bindings. "Well, Willow," he began, a hint of mischief in his eyes, "I'm sorry, but I must borrow Sundew for a while. I have grand plans for her." He then addressed Sundew directly, his gaze intense and commanding. "Make your way to my palace as soon as I'm done here. There is someone I wish for you to meet." With that, he left the two former lesbian girls behind, their figures still distended from his recent attentions, knowing full well they would likely not cease their intimate activities. His mind already turned to his next conquest, he set forth towards his new objective.

Willow's legs flopped back to their normal position as she panted heavily, swallowing the last traces of cum. "Of course, Master," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm quite accustomed to Sundew being absent for stretches of time. At least this time it will be for something far more alluring than merely protecting that promiscuous Hivewing."

Her giggle was soft and teasing as Sundew nuzzled her again, straddling Willow's body with renewed enthusiasm. Willow's eyes closed in anticipation, feeling the heat from her friend's touch. "I assure you, Master," she said, her voice filled with excitement, "I'm going to enjoy myself immensely before she's summoned back for her duties."

Sundew, understanding the unspoken cue, wrapped her vines around Willow's snout and began to encase her body in a living, green embrace. Willow's eyes widened in delight as the sensation grew more intense. "Mmm, yes, my girlfriend," Sundew whispered, her voice a seductive purr. "You're going to experience a world of pleasure before I must go."

With that, Sundew slammed her ample breasts into Willow's face, effectively cutting off any protest or comment she might have made. Willow could feel the wetness of Sundew's tail as it began to explore her anus, pushing and probing before it found its target. A giddy noise escaped her lips as the tail penetrated, filling her up with a new kind of sensation. The two dragons were lost in their intimate dance, each movement and touch designed to elicit the maximum pleasure from the other.

That was the last image burned into Winter's retina as he embarked on his next conquest. He knew Belladonna posed a significant threat; her danger and skepticism were palpable. Thus, she required a lesson that would transform her into an obedient servant for both the Leafwings and the Hivewings, recognizing Winter as her unyielding sovereign. His intent was clear: she would become their devoted whore until she understood her place and offered her undying respect to the one who now claimed it.

Winter contemplated at length about Belladonna Sundew; it was easy for her to capture due to her soft spot for Willow, a trait her mother lacked. He ventured out to locate the Leafwing, and eventually found her near the treacherous poison jungle, but not within its confines. From a safe distance, he observed her graceful movements through the dense underbrush. Once she was positioned precisely where he wanted, he obstructed her leafspeak and ensured she posed no threat to him and could not escape his line of sight. He considered approaching her peacefully, as there was a chance she might already be promiscuous. With a suave smile, he stepped forward and unveiled his presence. "Hello, Belladonna," he greeted, his tone casual yet cautious. "What brings you so far out here?" His eyes never left hers as he carefully calculated every step and gesture.

With a fierce determination, Belladonna ripped through the dense underbrush, employing her Leafspeak to safely navigate the treacherous landscape. Upon reaching a serene clearing with a small pond at its center, surrounded by lush vegetation and towering rocks, she abruptly ceased her movement. To her dismay, she discovered that her Leafspeak had deserted her.

As she whirled around to face the source of the disturbance in the foliage, she found herself confronted by Winter, who had emerged from the shadows cast by the looming flora. His sudden appearance sent her already frayed nerves into a frenzy, and she snarled, baring her claws and teeth menacingly.

"None of your fucking business!" she spat venomously. "And why are you here?!"

Her eyes narrowed, and she took a defensive stance. Ever since he had entered her life, a sense of unease had plagued her, and she had never truly trusted the enigmatic IceWing. His presence here, unannounced and unwelcome, did nothing to alleviate her suspicions.

"Leave me the fuck alone!" she snarled. "I didn't trust you from the start!"

Winter's gaze darkened as he took in her defiant stance. He knew then that he would have to take the hard approach. His intent was clear: he didn't wish to restrain her; instead, he wanted to witness this powerful dragon's struggle, followed by her ultimate surrender to his will. His demeanor had indeed shifted over time, a transformation influenced by the cold reception he often received from creatures of her kind. If dragons didn't extend kindness to him, he saw no reason to grant them any in return.

With a sudden burst of lightning-quick motion, he launched himself at the LeafWing, catching her off guard. The impact sent her sprawling onto her back. He pinned her down with a firm grip, his strength overwhelming her as she fought against his hold.

"It seems you were wise not to trust me," he said, a sinister smirk playing on his lips. "But it's too late for regrets now. Your queen and your daughter are already devoted to my empire, their minds enslaved to my will."

He paused, looking down at her with a mix of triumph and malice. "They are nothing more than mindless sluts, fully committed to serving me," he continued, his words dripping with spite.

The LeafWing, stripped of the few coverings she had left, glared up at him with a mix of anger and fear, her wings trembling beneath his hold. Despite her fierce struggle, she knew she was at his mercy. Winter's cruel intentions were evident in his eyes, a stark contrast to the icy blue sky above them, which seemed to mirror the coldness of his heart.

Belladonna gasped as Winter executed a lightning-fast lunge, grunting when he made contact and pinned her to the floor. Her clothes were torn away as quickly as he had moved, revealing her bare, powerful physique. Her muscles rippled with the impact, and she was left lying there, her flesh jiggling slightly from the force. The Icewing's words about her daughter's fate brought a roar from deep within her chest, filled with anger and pain. Despite his claim that Sequoia was fine, Belladonna felt a fierce hatred towards the dragon who had taken her child away.

With a snarl, she kicked Winter off her and regained her footing, her eyes burning with fury. Belladonna's body was that of a true warrior, a testament to her strength and endurance; her abs were a series of hardened peaks on her midsection, and her forearms boasted thick, defined muscles.

"Try that again," she warned through clenched teeth, "and I'll rip you to pieces!"

Her voice was a thunderous echo in the room, filled with the promise of brutal retribution. However, when she attempted to use her Leafspeak, she found that it had been silenced. Panic and confusion flashed across her features. "Wh-what?!" she exclaimed. "What did you do?!" The room was still, the air thick with tension as she awaited the answer to her desperate question.

Instead of responding, Winter swiftly deployed his whip tail, cracking it across her jaw with a surprising force and speed that caught her completely off guard. The impact was so intense that it sent her sprawling onto the ground. Unyielding, Winter took advantage of her disorientation and swiftly pounced on top of her. This time, having learned from their previous encounter, he managed to pin both her arms and legs with ease. His tail, thick and powerful, coiled around hers, securing her in place. Within seconds, his massive cock had swollen to full arousal and he began to rub it against her thigh, taunting her with his dominance. Despite Belladonna's notable strength, he had overpowered her, and she found herself helpless beneath his weight as she writhed in a futile attempt to escape.

"You had better submit to me, bitch," he growled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and triumph. "If you refuse, I will have no choice but to consign you to the breeding dungeons," he threatened, his voice echoing with a chilling finality. Her struggles only served to excite him further, his cock responding eagerly to the feel of her soft flesh and the sight of her desperate attempts to break free.

"Ahrrgg! Fuck you!" She roared, then groaned as a sharp pain shot through her head. The impact from Winter's tail had been incredibly powerful, and she felt the room spin around her. She felt his cool scales pressing against her, and realized with a start that he had managed to pin her down, holding her in place with his surprisingly strong body. She thrashed beneath him, grunting and writhing as she tried to break free, her movements only serving to highlight the powerful muscles that rippled beneath her fur.

Her thick tail flailed wildly, smacking against the ground and hissing as it struggled in his grasp. Her breathing grew increasingly heavy with exertion and fear. And then, she felt it—Winter's cold, unyielding cock, brushing against her thigh. It was massive, almost as thick as her own thighs, and it sent a shiver down her spine.

With a snarl of defiance, she glared up at him. "I'm not submitting to a frozen ball of shit!" she spat, her eyes flashing with anger. She bared her teeth and lunged for his shoulder, aiming to sink them into his flesh and give him a taste of his own medicine. The thought of biting into him filled her with a primal satisfaction, a visceral need to fight back against the creature that had her pinned down.

In a swift countermove, Winter angled his head forward, slamming the top of his head into Belladonna's jaws. The spikes on his skull prevented her from biting down on anything substantial, and she likely lost a few teeth in the process. After she had been sufficiently subdued, Winter wasted no time in slamming his fully erect penis inside her. Despite her initial resistance, her thrashing only served to make the cold member rub more vigorously against the inner walls of her not so virgin pussy.

"Gahh!" She reeled her head back, her teeth clamping down on his thick neck spikes. The pain was so intense, it might have been her imagination, but she thought a couple of teeth had broken off—though she was probably just seeing stars. She roared as soon as Winter began fucking her relentlessly, his giant cock spreading her open with an aggressive force that left her no choice but to endure it. She bucked her hips and kicked uselessly, trying to dislodge him, snarling and growling as she hurled curses at the Icewing. However, what Winter didn't know was that someone was watching the scene unfold, and they were enjoying every moment of Belladonna's distress.

"Silence, you foolish whore, and embrace your new ruler," he declared imperiously, his eyes flashing with arcane power as he summoned vines to ensnare her limbs. Despite sensing others nearby, he remained unruffled, knowing they were already under his thrall as mindless, subservient whores. He refrained from acknowledging them, focusing instead on Belladonna. With a sadistic grin, he gripped her substantial breasts with his clawed hands and delivered a powerful slap, the sound echoing through the forest. Unrelenting, he commenced a brutal ravishment, driving into her with a ferocity that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. His claw-tipped hand wrapped around her throat, tightening as he grunted, maintaining his merciless rhythm. The vines held her fast, allowing him to savor the feeling of her soft flesh quivering beneath his unyielding grip.

“I-I will never accept someone like you!” she yelled back, her eyes widening as vines began to grasp her limbs and hold her spread eagle. She struggled to lift her limbs, but found them completely restricted to the floor—except for her wings. A yelp escaped her when Winter slapped her breasts, causing them to jiggle before she began batting at Winter with her hind legs. But more vines emerged, pinning them down as well, and it was clear it was not Winter's doing. The large tendrils soon coiled around her entire wings, securing them to the ground with a thick blanket of foliage.

The dragon, whom Winter had sensed, stepped down from the tree. Sundew watched her mother with a sadistic smile as she was choked and her insides were ravaged by Winter. "Don't mind me, Master. I've been waiting to get revenge on my mother for turning me into a weapon for her own gain," she purred, her voice filled with malicious satisfaction. "It's a shame when it turns on you, isn't it, mother~"

More vines began to wrap around Belladonna, starting at her thighs and moving up to her breasts and buttocks, making them appear even more voluptuous and firm. Then, the vines proceeded to open up and latch onto her nipples, injecting a fluid that caused her breasts to swell even larger. But what truly terrified Belladonna was when the tendrils started working their way around her horns and then poked into her ears.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out, mother—literally~" the vines whispered in a sinister tone, as they delved deeper and deeper into her. An unusual sensation, a mix of pain and pleasure, began to overwhelm her as the tendrils continued to penetrate her body. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and she sported a dazed ahegao expression. "G-Gah! F-fucking... n-no... wh-why d-does it... Ahh!!" she moaned incoherently, unable to resist the overwhelming feeling.

Winter narrowed his eyes at Sundew as he continued to vigorously thrust into the leafwing beneath him. "I see you're utilizing your enhanced leafspeak," he rumbled, his tone a blend of assertion and desire. "But next time, ask for permission before you join in. I'll overlook it this time, as long as you do as I say," he instructed with a hint of a growl. Sundew could sense the lust in his voice rather than anger, and she felt a jolt of surprise at his sudden command.

Glancing down at Belladonna's voluptuous breasts, which were being rhythmically bounced by the force of his thrusts, Winter's gaze grew more intense. He reached down and gave her tits a firm slap, watching as they grew even larger before his eyes. The sight of her arousal only served to fuel his own, and a wicked smile curled on his lips as he began to emit strings of precum, filling her womb with his cool essence. His moans grew louder and more frequent as he reveled in the sensation, his hips pumping steadily.

Winter continued to mercilessly pound Belladonna, a smug smirk playing on his lips as he simultaneously started to rub her clit with expert precision. "Is that better, slut?" he inquired, his voice thick with arousal. Belladonna's expression shifted from one of anger to one of burgeoning need, her body responding involuntarily to the intense pleasure.

As Winter's relentless assault on her g-spot grew more vigorous, Belladonna's body began to crave more. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open in a silent plea for release. Winter took this opportunity to claim her mouth with his, locking their lips in a fiery kiss that left no doubt about the intensity of his desire. Meanwhile, Sundew positioned herself strategically, allowing her curvaceous figure to press against her mother's face, effectively parting her lips. "Mmff, eat up, mother," Belladonna mumbled, her voice muffled by Sundew's sex, "Lick my nectary pussy!"

The scene grew increasingly passionate as Belladonna was spun around to face Winter, her body limp and compliant in his strong embrace. He captured her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, their tongues dancing together as she moaned wantonly. The vines that had previously been wrapped around her ears had now invaded her very thoughts, transforming her into the ultimate sexual plaything for the Leafwings and Hivewings. Her once-conservative mind was now a whirlwind of carnality, craving the touch of both male and female, the feel of skin against skin and the sweet release of climax.

The mother Leafwing, never having experienced such a profound level of depravity, found herself succumbing to the vines' control. She eagerly began to pleasure her own daughter, her movements frantic and sloppy with lust. The transformation was complete; Belladonna had become the embodiment of desire, ready and willing to satisfy the whims of those around her.

Winter growled and enthusiastically fondled Sundew's breasts as her mother hungrily pleasured her with oral caresses. With each deep, penetrating thrust, he filled the once-proud Leafwing warrior's womb with his freezing semen, the sound of it echoing through the forest like a series of triumphant glorps. There was no salvation for her now; she was irrevocably claimed by Winter's dominion. "Take all of my seed," he grunted, "like the obedient whore you've become."

Sundew released an adorable sound as Winter's strong hands mauls her breasts. The sensation of her mother's tongue eagerly devouring her pussy brought her a delight that was as much mental as it was physical. It was immensely satisfying to see Belladonna, who had always held such an air of superiority, reduced to such a submissive state. Her mother's tongue slammed against her, exploring the intimate folds of her sex with the same vigor one might expect from a seasoned whore. As Winter climaxed and filled her with his icy seed, expanding her belly in a way that mirrored the fate of so many dragons he had defeated, Sundew couldn't help but reach her own peak of pleasure. Her thighs clamped tightly around Belladonna's face, and she could feel the warmth of her nectar gushing into her mother's mouth.

Belladonna, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and submission, began to swirl her tongue around the delicate flesh, drinking in the sweet, tangy essence of her daughter's arousal. It was a sight that filled Winter with a sense of triumph, knowing he had broken her completely. "Ah~ You're such a slut, Mother," Sundew purred, her voice filled with a mix of lust and contempt. "I can't wait to offer you up to every ravenous male on Pantala." Her gaze was hazy, a clear indication that the mind control spell had taken full effect, turning her into the perfect sexual plaything for the continent's inhabitants.

Winter's smirk of triumph lingered on his lips as he finished climaxing, and with a deliberate, almost ceremonial movement, he withdrew his member from her. He used his magical prowess to seal her pussy, ensuring that not a single drop of his precious essence would escape. This act was not merely out of a desire to prevent unwanted pregnancies; in his mind, he pondered the implications of making such a restriction a law. "I hereby declare it illegal for any female to allow the spilling of royal seed unless explicitly granted permission by the one who has provided it," he announced, and his command resonated through the minds of every dragon in his vast empire, regardless of the distance.

Belladonna felt her stretched folds close shut, keeping all the thick, cold seed securely within her. As he uttered the spell, every dragon under his control—both male and female—heard the declaration. Although not every dragon was affected, those who were certainly understood its meaning.

Meanwhile, Lynx was engaged in a vigorous act with Fierceteeth, her animus ring in place. Upon climaxing, she filled the NightWing with the potent substance, which began to ooze out of her black and purple ass. The NightWing stiffened in terror as Lynx smirked, reaching for a vine that bore an eerie resemblance to a whip. "Well," Lynx taunted, "I didn't say you could leak it out. I suppose that means more punishment for the oh-so-strong NightWing successor~"

Winter gazed at Sundew, perched on her mother's snout, and issued his next directive. "Sundew," he announced, "you have my full permission to do as you please until the end of the week. Then, you and all of Pantalia must assemble at the site of Wasp's former hive." He didn't pause for a reply and instead proceeded to where Willow was lodged.

Sundew gently extracted the vines from her mother's ears, noticing that Belladonna's devoted licking did not cease even after climax. It appeared that once Belladonna received an order, she would not stop until otherwise instructed. Sundew nodded in obedience to Winter's command and cast a sly glance at her mother, whose eyes were filled with a mix of pleasure and fear. "Yes, my King. Thank you for allowing me to be in my rightful position as your broodmistress," she murmured seductively.

With a wicked smile, Sundew pushed down on her mother more firmly, effectively silencing her moans and cries as Belladonna's tongue continued its relentless exploration of her sex. She then dismissed Winter with a wave of her hand and leaned back, a sinister chuckle escaping her lips. "It seems you're just another slut under my control, Mother," she taunted, watching as Belladonna's mindless licking persisted with fervent enthusiasm.

Upon arrival, he discovered Willow entangled in a web of vines, her abdomen distended. Winter carefully untangled her, his expression a mix of concern and resolve. "I shall rest here," he informed her, "and I expect no disturbance until morning." With that, he settled down, his eyes closing as he sought much-needed respite.

When Winter returned, Willow was in the throes of a mating press, with vines vigorously penetrating all her orifices, mirroring the experience of Belladona. Her ears were also filled with the vines, stretching and invading her in a way that was both painful and pleasurable. She was gagging on a vine that had forced its way into her mouth, filling her stomach with a sweet, thick nectar. Eventually, she was released, and she plummeted to the floor, breathless and overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation. "Y-yes Master," she managed to say through her gasps and moans, "fuck." The Leafwing struggled to stand upright on her trembling legs, her anus seeping a sticky, golden fluid that served as evidence of the recent intrusion.

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Winter climbed into Willow's hammock and quickly passed out. He was having vividly erotic dreams, which starred Jewel, Luna, and Sequoia all on leashes, taking turns acting as his personal cock sleeves. In his fantasy, he paraded them around, the three of them moving on their hands and knees, like obedient pets eager to serve him. This dream, however, had a profound effect on him, causing his arousal to manifest physically in the form of a strong musk that began to fill the room around him.

Willow had collapsed onto the floor, utterly exhausted from her repeated climaxes. In the realm of Winter's dream, a throng of females paraded before him, their swollen bellies giving the illusion of pregnancy. Each one eagerly took his manhood into their mouths, their asses adorned with gleaming, gem-studded butt plugs.

The night was thick and quiet, the air heavy with the scent of Winter's musk. Unaware of her actions, Willow stirred from her slumber, drawn by a primal instinct. On her hands and knees, she sleepwalked over to him, her eyes glazed with the remnants of her dream. With a gentle touch, she found his penis and began to lovingly lick it, her tongue dancing along its length as if guided by some unseen force.

Winter groaned softly in his sleep as the early morning light began to filter through the windows. He slowly started to stir, his eyes still heavy with the weight of slumber, but he didn't fully wake up for several hours, until the sun had fully risen and bathed the room in a warm glow. As consciousness finally seeped into his mind, he realized that Willow was still there, her mouth moving sluggishly around his cock, which was still hard and demanding despite the early hour. He had distinctly remembered telling her to leave him be until morning, and from the exhausted expression etched into her features, it was clear she had been tending to him all through the night.

With a low growl, Winter summoned the strength to pull Willow off his erect shaft, her cheeks flushed from exertion. "I thought I told you to leave me alone until morning," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a hint of annoyance. She looked up at him with half-lidded eyes, her lips glistening and swollen from her nocturnal ministrations. He could see the apology in her gaze, but she remained silent, letting the gravity of his words settle between them. Her body was limp with fatigue, but the desire in her eyes was unmistakable, a silent plea for understanding and perhaps a bit of leniency.

Her mouth was fully wrapped around half of his frigid length, delicately sucking it in her slumber. Suddenly, Winter pulled her away, which caused her to startle awake. The resounding smack echoed through the room, snapping her out of her sleepy haze. She gazed around in a state of alarm, unsure of what had just occurred. Her eyes met her King's, and then she glanced down to find his erect cock, glistening with her saliva. "Oh dear," she murmured in her characteristic soft, innocent tone, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "I believe I was sleepwalking, my King. I apologize..." Her voice trailed off as the reality of the situation dawned on her. She hadn't been dreaming; she had unknowingly been pleasuring him. "I didn't mean to," she added, her embarrassment palpable.

Winter remained silent, instead opting to enchant the vines to hold Willow in the same manner Sundew had left her. As the vines coiled around her body and invaded every orifice, he departed without a word, leaving her to experience the overwhelming sensation of being filled by the relentless vegetation. With a single-minded focus, he set out towards the last bastion of Hivewing resistance.

"M-master...?" Willow managed to stutter, her voice laced with concern. Before she could protest further, the vines from the previous day wrapped around her once more, lifting her off the ground. "Ahh! N-no, not again—rrmph!" Her words were abruptly cut off as a tendril shoved itself into her mouth, effectively gagging her. The vines continued to probe and fill her, eliciting a mix of pleasure and discomfort from the bound Leafwing. The last image she saw before the door slammed shut was of Winter, leaving her to the merciless whims of his magical bondage.

Winter's journey led him away from the Leafwing village, his sights set on the Jewel Hive. He passed by Wasp Hive, where his magic had transformed the once proud inhabitants into subservient playthings. Wasp may have had five days remaining to reclaim her throne, but it was of no concern to him right now. His ultimate destination was the "current" Hivewing Queen, Jewel, residing in her eponymous hive.

As he approached Jewel Hive, he observed the peculiar sight of Silkwings arranged in various poses on statues, serving as living decorations for the Hivewings. This intriguing practice would not be lost on Winter, as it provided him with fresh inspiration to integrate into his burgeoning empire of dominance and submission. Each step brought him closer to the heart of Pantala's corruption, a process that was already advancing swiftly under his influence.

Winter made a dramatic entrance into Jewel Hive, his eyes scanning the unfamiliar surroundings with a mix of curiosity and awe. As he strolled through the bustling hive, he found himself in a chamber that had been transformed into a makeshift throne room. There, he spotted Jewel, a figure of grace and authority amidst the commotion. He approached her, a charming smile playing on his lips, and bowed deeply.

"Greetings, Your Majesty," he began, his voice resonating with the confidence of a king. "I am King Winter, and I wish to speak with you."

The hive was a hive of activity around him. Silkwings and Hivewings buzzed past, their conversations a symphony of whispers and trades. Some of them had perched themselves on grandiose stands, adorned with jewels and vibrant fabrics, striking poses for the entertainment of the passing throng. Despite the flurry of activity, a few cast puzzled looks in his direction, unaware of the recent turn of events that had brought a wasp back into their midst.

As he reached the throne, Jewel was engrossed in a discussion with a Silkwing couple, her focus on the intricate document they laid before her. She looked up at his approach, her antennae twitching with surprise. "Oh, um, hello there," she stuttered before collecting herself. She finished her business with the couple, mumbling a hasty apology, and they retreated through a nearby side entrance.

"Winter, was it?" she queried, her gaze a curious blend of confusion and intrigue. "Could I possibly ask who you are and what brings you to our hive?" Her voice held a hint of wariness, balanced by the practicality of a leader who knew that unnecessary confrontations could lead to more paperwork. "I won't summon any guards," she assured him with a small laugh. "Even if I am the new Queen, I find that paperwork is more of a headache than anything else."

"Yes, Your Majesty," King Winter announced, his eyes gleaming as he addressed the queen regally. "My name is King Winter of the Ice Kingdom, and I have come here today to represent Queen Snowfall and discuss how the Icewings can assist with the rebuilding of Pantalia," he continued, his tone respectful yet earnest. As he spoke, he couldn't help but cast a charming smile in her direction, ensuring that every sculpted muscle beneath his gleaming armor was visible to the Hivewing queen who sat upon the throne. "And might I say," he added with a touch of gallantry, allowing his smile to turn slightly more flirtatious, "you are positively radiant, Your Highness." It was evident that King Winter was intent on making a strong impression, going to great lengths to be as charming and appealing as possible.

Jewel sat up straighter at the IceWing's words, her face brightening from the good news. As Winter spoke, he glanced at her body. She was a very beautiful dragon, but not particularly sexy in the traditional sense. She had small, dainty breasts, and an average butt, yet her face and other features exuded an undeniable elegance. She blushed slightly when Winter began flexing his muscles on purpose, seemingly to show off and flirt with her. She dismissed it as typical dragon behavior on Pyrrhia and gracefully rose from her throne. "Well, I thank you for the assistance and compliments, King Winter," she said, her voice filled with a hint of amusement. "The reason I was appointed as the new Queen isn't because of my beauty, but rather my attitude." She was now standing right beside him, reaching only to his chest. "So, what would you like to discuss about helping the other tribes with their new homes? I mean, the Hives are okay for the most part, except for the one the LeafWings unfortunately burnt down..."

"Well, we are mainly here to help the LeafWings and SilkWings build their own towns and cities," He smiled as she approached him. She was beautiful, but not in a way that screamed 'sexy'. Still, he knew that with a little magic, he could easily make her desires align with his own. "Maybe there is somewhere more private we could discuss this?" he suggested with a seductive smile.

"Oh... I mean, that's what I was guessing you would say!" She emitted another soft, cute laugh, taking in a sharp inhale as Winter placed his talon on her cheek. "Heh, you flatter me, King Winter," she responded, her voice a delightful mix of surprise and amusement. "And yes, we can discuss further in my study. Follow me," she said, turning and walking through a tunnel to the left of her throne. Her hips were adorned with lingerie and jewelry, the accessories swaying back and forth as she confidently strutted down the hall. "Many of the SilkWings here are fond of me because I rarely punish them for any misdeeds," she explained with a casual air. "Did I mention that already?" she mused aloud, not breaking her stride. "Eh, it doesn't matter anyway!"

"You did say that already," Winter replied, unbothered by the repetition, as he followed her into her study. He had been contemplating altering her body to suit his preferences, but then paused to consider her feelings. "But I don't mind hearing your angelic voice."

Once inside, he gazed at her with a contemplative expression, his eyes lingering on her form. It was true that he was quite fond of this dragon. If circumstances were different, and he didn't already have Lynx by his side, he might have chosen her to be his queen. However, his loyalty to Lynx was unshakeable; she was the one he truly desired. "Hmm," he mused, his smile growing slightly mischievous. "Have you ever wished for a more attractive body, or perhaps larger... assets?" He spoke gently, his cold talon tracing a delicate line across her body.

The room was filled with a tension that was palpable, as he awaited her response. The candles flickered in their sconces, casting dancing shadows across the walls, and the scent of dusty tomes filled the air. His touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the icy chill that emanated from his talons. Meanwhile, his mind wandered to the deal he had made with Wasp, and he hoped she would be successful in her endeavor. Wasp was a clever dragon, and he had faith in her ability to navigate the complexities of their agreement.

She opened the door to her study, and as Winter offered another compliment, her cheeks flushed. She invited him in with a graceful gesture before closing the door securely and locking it herself. With a sense of privacy ensured, she sailed over to her desk, her wings fluttering gently with the movement. Perching herself on the edge, she drew out a fresh piece of parchment paper, unfurling it with a soft rustle across the polished wood. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement, a hint of curiosity playing on her features.

"Hehehe," she giggled, unfazed by the question of physical attractiveness. "Winter, darling, you can be straightforward with me. I'm content with what I've got. A massive ass or big boobs aren't what make a monarch. It's about being the best dragon one can be for the entire hive. Besides," she said with a wink, "I'm already the Queen of the Hivewings, aren't I?"

Her words hung in the air for a moment before she realized the sudden change in her demeanor. "Wooh," she exclaimed, blinking rapidly. "Did I just... Did I really say all that?" A playful chuckle bubbled from her throat, the sound light and airy. She then reached into a drawer and produced large blueprints, the parchment crackling slightly with their age and importance.
"Well, if the opportunity arose, would you want that?" He asked, his tone contemplative. His wings drooped slightly, and his shoulders slumped, as if burdened by an invisible weight. He positioned himself on her desk, his back leaning against the wall, and half-faced her as he spoke. "I understand your sentiment, though," he added, his expression a mix of empathy and resignation.

He took a deep breath before continuing, "IceWings don't have that choice, especially kings." His tail flicked behind him as he gestured to his muscular frame. "If I don't portray myself as a strong and powerful dragon, then I will be seen as a weak king," he explained, his gaze drifting away from hers. It was a truth, but not the whole of it. His physical prowess had indeed played a significant role in his rise to power, though he didn't feel the need to elaborate on the other factors at play.

She noticed his wings sag, and she got up and placed a talon on her shoulder. "Well," she said, "like I said. You don't have to be strong or ruthless to be king." She paused, looking into his eyes with a gentle smile. "I mean, look what happened to Wasp. Maybe you can change things so dragons can see you are strong on the inside," she suggested, her voice filled with optimism.

He nodded slightly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Being King doesn't mean you can wear a fancy crown and do whatever you want," she continued, her tone growing more serious. "You have to be kindhearted and willing to listen before taking action."

A soft giggle escaped her lips, and she stepped in front of Winter, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "A strong king or queen looks after the ones they care about," she said, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. "And it seems you have a lot of those." She leaned closer, placing her hand on his snout. "I don't know entirely what you have planned," she admitted, "but whatever happens next, think about what I've said, okay?"

Her hand remained on his snout for a moment longer before she pulled away slightly and planted a gentle kiss. The gesture was filled with warmth and understanding. As she pulled back, she watched his expression, hoping her words had reached him.

He looked at her with a hint of shock when she kissed his snout, but that shock only grew when she told him that she had an inkling of his intentions. Since he had secured Phyrria, he had been ruling justly and treating his queen with the respect she deserved. He took a deep breath and, with a swift snap of his talon, caused her breasts and buttocks to double in size. The transformation was significant, though they remained smaller than those of his queen. "Well, if you already know, would you like to have some fun?" he asked with a playful smile, caressing her newly enlarged breasts and toying with her nipple piercings.

"Do what you think is right!" Jewel exclaimed, her breasts and buttocks swelling dramatically. The sensation caused her piercings to tighten around her newfound perky nipples. She paused, then spoke again. "Hmm, I'd prefer if we could first discuss how you intend to assist us." She approached her desk and sat down with a graceful composure, her eyes never leaving Winter's. "Seriously, I would like you to explain what you've accomplished since arriving here. Give me the truth, please. We can talk about construction plans, and only after that, you can satisfy your desires." Her tone was firm yet tinged with kindness and patience.

Winter discerned the depth of Jewel's understanding and the gravity of the situation. He felt a surge of respect for her, recognizing that she was indeed a remarkable queen. A gentle smile curled the corners of her mouth. "Hehe, you can thank Mother Scarab for all this sophisticated talk about duty and choices. She really helped me grasp the essence of true queenship." She leaned back in her chair, her enhanced form a testament to her transformation. "Her guidance has been invaluable in shaping my perspective on the responsibilities of a leader."

He went back to leaning on the desk, the way he was before. "Well firstly," he began, "I have had sexual relations with Luna, Sequoia, Wasp, and a few other important figures. My original plan was to allow Wasp to regain control over the Hivewings, but I've come to believe she's too promiscuous for that role. Now, my intentions have shifted." He paused, his gaze steady. "I aim to conquer Pantalia by engaging with every major female, allowing my influence to spread like wildfire. Once that's completed, I'll send aid in the form of supplies and dragon power. You see, I've already established dominance over Phyrria through similar means, so I'm not just the king of the Icewings; I'm the High King of Pyrrhia, and Lynx stands by my side as my queen." Looking into her eyes, she could sense the sincerity in his voice. It was evident that his ambitions weren't driven by selfish desires, but rather a genuine intent to unite the lands under one banner, preventing war and corruption from taking hold.

Jewel listened intently to Winter, processing the shocking revelation he shared with her. He had apparently bedded the leaders of all the tribes in Pantala, and she could only imagine the extent of his conquests. However, she chose not to react by writing anything down, instead maintaining a calm demeanor as he spoke. The thought of him ruling over the entire continent through his sexual prowess brought a blush to her cheeks.

Jewel listened intently to Winter as he spoke, contemplating the implications of his revelation. He had claimed to have slept with the leaders of all the tribes in Pantala and others she could only imagine. Despite the scandalous nature of the information, she remained composed, not writing anything down, merely processing his words. The notion of him ruling Pyrrhia through such sexual conquests caused a slight blush to creep across her cheeks as she considered the sheer number of queens he must have been with, all unbeknownst to them.

Leaning back comfortably in her chair, she regarded Winter with a gentle smile. "Thank you for sharing this with me, King Winter. Now, guards, arrest him!" she exclaimed with a mischievous glint in her eye, only to burst into laughter at his astonished expression. "Hahahaha! I'm only joking, of course! I don't believe anyone could truly manage such a feat, to be honest. It seems that sex indeed holds a powerful sway over many minds, and with all the tribes succumbing to desire, perhaps wars would cease to exist..." She mused to herself, her voice trailing off as she stood up and approached him.

Gently, she took his face in her hands, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "You mentioned that Wasp probably won't be queen anymore. May I ask why?" she inquired, her breasts pressing against his icy chest as she playfully squished his cheeks, reminiscent of how one might treat a young dragonet.

With a seductive whisper, she leaned closer, her breath warm against his ear. "But for now, let's save the strategy talks for later, shall we?" Her tone was a purr, a promise of more intimate discussions to come.

He smiled gently and placed his hands on her now wide hips, but he didn't make any further moves. Throughout his upbringing as an Icewing, he had been instilled with the values of a noble gentleman. He didn't want to push Jewel into anything she wasn't ready for. Taking a deep, deliberate breath, he expressed his feigned annoyance with Wasp. "She's become too much of a whore, from what I've seen and heard," he said, his words carefully chosen. "All she seems to care about is satisfying her carnal desires, getting some pussy or cock. I don't want someone like that controlling the tribes. I'll admit, I've indulged in such pleasures to some extent, but I still strive to rule my people justly." His voice held the weight of his supposed conviction, though his eyes remained a mask of his true feelings. The coolness of his scales and the exotic allure of his Icewing heritage made him quite the charmer to most.

Winter felt a peculiar mix of emotions as he reflected on the recent event where he had raped Belladonna, with the assistance of her own daughter, in the depths of the forest. The Leafwing had indeed posed a significant threat to his ongoing conquest, and Sundew had been more than eager to mete out a severe lesson. As he stood there, contemplating the consequences of his actions, Jewel nestled her cheek against his broad chest, her words a gentle rumble beneath her touch. "Well, it's probably not entirely your fault," she mused, her gaze cast upwards to meet his. "You certainly played a role in turning Wasp into the creature she is today, and frankly, it was likely the best choice you could have made under the circumstances."

Her chin resting between his well-defined pectoral muscles, she offered a mischievous smile. "To be honest with you, we were already considering transforming that region into a grand festive space where all the tribes could come together and enjoy themselves!" With a playful boop on his snout, she leaped up, her lithe legs wrapping around his waist as she locked her arms around his neck. "Allow me to serve as your 'fake' queen here," she suggested coyly, completely buying into his fake words. "Once you've secured Pantala, I'll send out missionaries to spread the 'joyous' news of our union to the other Hive rulers, ensuring their complete and utter humiliation."

Her claw traced a delicate line down his cheek as she leaned in closer, her eyes searching his for a hint of assurance. "But, Winter," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr, "do you truly trust me?" Her lips parted in anticipation of his response, the promise of a kiss hanging in the air.

He swiftly regained his balance, securing her by the waist as his substantial phallus emerged, tentatively pressing against her buttocks without attempting penetration. "How about this," he suggested, his voice thick with deception. "You will be crowned my high queen of Pantala, and once this is over, you may visit my other queen at my palace. I'm certain she would be quite fond of you," he said with a cunning smile, watching as she devoured his falsehood entirely. In truth, he had no intention of bestowing such a title upon her unless Wasp did not complete her task. Upon hearing her next inquiry, his expression grew solemn. "Yes," he affirmed, his eyes locking onto hers with feigned sincerity. "Yes, I do trust you, my seductive Hivewing queen," he murmured before leaning in to claim her lips in a passionate kiss, leaving her question unanswered but her doubts momentarily assuaged.

With a delicate shiver, she playfully wiggled her hips, feeling the cold of Winter's cock gently prodding her ass. It retreated briefly, only to be engulfed by her voluminous new buttocks. "I would love to meet Queen Lynx, Your Highness," she murmured with a coy smile, "and I'm so honored that you trust me." The warmth of their shared passion grew stronger as they embraced in a fervent kiss, one fueled by affection rather than mere desire.

Jewel's talon gracefully traced down to grasp his cock, meticulously aiming it towards her tight anal opening. She took a moment to savor the anticipation, her heart pounding in her chest as she began to lower herself onto the rigid shaft. A soft, contented moan escaped her lips as she felt herself being filled in a way she never had before. "Mmh, yes," she encouraged him, her voice muffled by the intensity of their intimate connection.

Their tongues danced together as she continued to sink lower, eagerly taking him in until she was fully impaled on his length. The feeling was exquisite, a perfect blend of pain and pleasure that made her quiver. Despite the discomfort of the new sensation, she remained focused on the lust that bound them together, her eyes fluttering shut as she whispered sweet nothings against his mouth. "I need more," she begged, still kissing him deeply, her breath hot and heavy.

The Icewing's cock stretched her further with every movement, the chilly sensation of his scales a stark contrast to the warmth of their passionate embrace. She reveled in the sensation, feeling every inch of him as he filled her completely. "Mmph," she moaned, her voice a mix of delight and determination as she adjusted to the unfamiliar intrusion. Their kiss grew more urgent, tongues tangling as she found a rhythm that suited them both.

She abruptly discovered herself with her back pressed against the cold, unforgiving wall. He wasted no time in plunging his tongue into the warm cavern of her mouth, invading her senses with a fervor that left her gasping for air. In perfect rhythm with his mouth's assault, he began thrusting into her ass with surprising speed and intensity. Each penetration grew deeper, each withdrawal swifter, until his hips moved in a mesmerizing blur, sliding in and out of her with an almost supernatural agility. His hand, meanwhile, had found its way to her chest, where it eagerly began to knead and maul her breasts. Her nipples pebbled under his touch, the sensation sending electric currents through her body. He broke the kiss, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Prepare yourself for the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy," he declared, his voice low and filled with dark promise. "For what we've just shared is but a mere shadow of the transcendent pleasure that awaits you when my queen and I are united in passion. It will surpass anything you've ever experienced, I guarantee it."

"MMFF!" A lewd grunt/moan escaped her lips as Winter aggressively pinned her to the wall, his tongue forcibly invading her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he began to pound her ass, the wet sounds of her pussy slapping echoing in the room from the excessive juices that were being expelled. The vigorous groping of her body only served to amplify her pleasure, and she responded by digging her sharp talons into the flesh of his back, holding on tightly as if she hadn't felt anything this intense in what seemed like an eternity.

When they finally parted their lips, she was left panting and staring up at him with an expression that could only be described as one of pure, unbridled lust. "Then show me," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "what you do to her." The implication was clear; she wanted to know the extent of his sexual prowess, the very skills that had earned him the title of 'King of the Night'. She wanted to be certain that she could match, or even surpass, his current queen's performance.

Her breath was hot against his chest, leaving a trail of condensation on his cool skin. "If I'm going to be your high queen," she managed to say through gasps, "I have to make sure I'm... up to the task. Guh, my ass is gaping. Please... ruin me like you do to your wife~" Her words were a plea, a desperate cry for him to show her no mercy, to treat her with the same raw, animalistic passion that he reserved for the woman who currently shared his throne. She craved the feeling of being completely dominated by him, to be taken to the very edge of her limits and possibly even beyond.

He smirked, and a second cock suddenly plunged into her pussy as he forced her head to the ground. Her body was angled precariously as Winter pounded both cocks so deeply into the Hivewing that she could barely comprehend the overwhelming pleasure she was experiencing. Then he began to slap her breasts with each thrust, the intensity increasing until they turned a vivid red. Winter's grip tightened around her throat, choking her as he continued to thrust. "Take it all, then you slut," he growled, his eyes gleaming with a mix of challenge and amusement. He knew that if she couldn't handle the intense onslaught, she would likely end up as a mind-broken slut, but his ultimate aim was to test the limits of her physical and mental endurance.

"GAH! HOLY FUCK!" Jewel exclaimed as her pussy and womb were filled with Winter's icy cock. Her face was pushed into the ground, with her ass prominently displayed above her, as it was penetrated by both of Winter's substantial members. Surprisingly, her body proved to be more flexible than he had anticipated; her legs were spread wide open, and she was in a peculiar, gravity-defying position with only the top of her back in contact with the floor, while the rest of her body was supported by the sheer force of Winter's relentless thrusting.

The intense pleasure mixed with a hint of pain caused her to moan at the peak of her ability, her breasts jiggling and squishing together with each firm slap that Winter delivered. Despite the discomfort, she found the experience exhilarating. Her eyes glistened with the beginnings of tears as Winter's grip tightened around her neck, cutting off her air supply momentarily. He reveled in his dominant position, fully in control of her vulnerable body.

Jewel's orgasm was intense, her cries piercing the air as she struggled to draw breath. "Gah! P-please... more!" she managed to gasp out, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, urging him to go even deeper. Her features contorted into an ahegao expression, a visual representation of the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Another powerful climax gushed over Winter's cocks, a testament to the depth of her arousal. "S-safeword..." she suddenly gasped, her voice barely audible through the haze of passion and the restriction around her throat.

Winter didn't hear Jewel; all he heard were her moans and the slaps each time their bodies connected. Winter moaned and grunted, making various other feral noises as he continued to pound both his cocks into her. He stretched her beyond anything she had ever felt before. Unknown to Jewel, Winter had a different approach with his high queen. He fucked Lynx in a way that ensured she would never think about leaving him, as no one else could satisfy her the way he did. Here, he aimed to push Jewel even further, so she wouldn’t even consider challenging Wasp. After all, that's how he had built his empire—through careful manipulation and dominance.

Her eyes widened as Winter didn't hear her plea for him to stop. It almost felt like he gripped her throat harder, cutting off her airways as he fucked her pussy and ass vigorously. Her belly bulged with his lengths, her womb and anus stretching to the extreme, squeezing his cocks as if to milk them dry of cum. She moaned as the sensations grew overwhelming, her vision swimming with the intensity of the pleasure. Despite the pain, her hands remained at her breasts, squeezing them tightly. "R-ruin me... my King..." she managed to choke out, gasping for breath. She realized that Winter's grasp was cutting off her air, which only served to heighten her arousal.

Her body grew limp, but she couldn't allow herself to succumb fully to the euphoria. She hit his arm, her eyes watering with the mix of pain and pleasure. Her desperation to remain conscious was palpable. "W-Winter...!" she gasped, her voice a mere whisper. "Can't...breathe..." Each word was a struggle, a testament to the power he held over her.

And yet, even in her distress, her orgasm claimed her once more. Her body convulsed around him, and she tried to gasp for air as the world grew dimmer around the edges. She didn't want to miss a second of this, didn't want the darkness to take her away from the feeling of being utterly filled and claimed by him. "Gah! Winter...!" she rasped, her eyes pleading for relief even as her body begged for more.

Winter released the pressure on her throat, allowing her to gasp for air. Despite his initial shock at her defiance, he knew he had to assert his dominance. So, he began to thrust into her with an unnatural speed and ferocity, his body pulsing with each punishing stroke. The smaller HiveWing could feel his arousal intensify, his pre-cum seeping into her warm embrace. Winter leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and power, and clamped his teeth around her neck, applying just enough pressure to leave a bruise.

"Haaahhh!!" Jewel exclaimed, inhaling a deep breath as her lungs were replenished with fresh air. Her head rested on the floor, and she felt the unyielding force of Winter's thrusts as he continued to penetrate her, the cold, wet dicks stretching her holes to their limits. A shiver of pleasure rippled through her body as she realized the depth of his penetration, filling her ass and womb with his seed. The room grew colder, but the heat of passion emanating from their intertwined forms was undeniable.

Jewel's eyes went wide with surprise as Winter shifted his position, folding her body back so that her feet were near her face, mimicking the vulnerability of a chair. His teeth sank into her neck, piercing through her scales and drawing a thin line of crimson. The sudden sharpness of pain only served to intensify the euphoria coursing through her veins, and she trembled uncontrollably as another orgasm took hold. Her scales shimmered with the effort to contain her pleasure, and a soft whimper of satisfaction escaped her lips, mingling with the rhythmic sound of their bodies coming together in this primal dance.

Winter felt the weight of him as he laid on top of her, his body pressing her into the cold ground. His muscular chest, now slick with sweat, was against her cheek, and she could feel the warmth of his breath as he moaned loudly. He began to release his seed into her, the coldness of it contrasting with the heat of their bodies. The force of his climax caused him to thrust deeply, and the sound of his release filled the air with wet, guttural noises that echoed through the quiet night. His hands tightly gripped hers, holding them in a firm but gentle embrace, as his body continued to pulse with each spurt. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of discomfort and arousal that she hadn't expected in such a raw, primal moment.

"Nnnggnnff...!" The smaller dragon, gasping with pleasure, was adjusted into a more comfortable position, her soft body now smothered against Winter's powerful chest muscles. He continued to thrust into her with a fierce passion, and she could feel herself being filled for the very first time.

Jewel's mind was on the brink of shattering. Each pulse of cold, potent seed that he deposited within her only served to draw her deeper into a whirlpool of desire and adoration for her new ruler. Despite the intensity of the act, she remained conscious, clutching Winter's strong talons tightly as he claimed her. The sensation was overwhelmingly erotic; his thick, icy ropes of semen seemed to ignite a fire within her that was only stoked by his weight, which pinned her firmly against the cold earth beneath them.

The temperature of the seed was surprisingly invigorating, contrasting sharply with the warmth of their bodies entwined together. Her stomach swelled as he filled her completely, a testament to the depth of his dominance. Throughout the entire ordeal, she never ceased to revel in the feeling of complete surrender to her king, her body eager to give him every drop of love she had to offer.

Winter pumped her full to her absolute limit, causing her belly to swell so significantly that it could now support her breasts. He then slightly dismounted her, and just before fully withdrawing, he gently caressed her breasts. With a cunning intent, he cast a spell to link the minds of the two females. "This spell will allow us to communicate no matter the distance," he whispered, knowing that even though it could be used by them, he had also made sure that he could hear every thought they shared with one another. His aim was to prevent any thoughts of rebellion from taking root in Lynx's mind through her friendship with Jewel.

With a smug smirk, he added, "And remember, it is now against the law for a single drop to spill when I pull out." He spoke the words with the confidence of a man who knew his will was law. Slowly and deliberately, he withdrew from her body.

Her abdomen was pleasantly rounded, contrasting with the rest of her more slender figure. She let out a moan as the copious amount of semen inside her jostled with every movement of her body. A soft exhale escaped her lips when Winter gently squeezed her breasts, and she suddenly became aware of her connection to his dragon kin. She could feel the Icewing's thoughts, which revealed to her that she was engaged in a rough mating session with one of her valued stallions. Looking up at Winter, she nodded in understanding as he carefully began to withdraw his member, ensuring that none of his cold, thick cum escaped her warm embrace. "Could you please plug me, my King?" she begged, her voice quivering with desire.

"What, you can't hold it in yourself?" Winter said with a smirk. She knew he was testing her, and she had to prove herself to him. If she failed, she could lose more than just her throne.

Standing up, Winter watched her intently. Although his demeanor appeared friendly, he was assessing and judging her post-intimate actions, much like he had done with his queen all those months ago. She felt his gaze on her, a silent scrutiny that weighed heavily in the air. She took a deep breath and composed herself, determined to pass whatever test he had set for her. His eyes searched hers for any sign of weakness, but she remained steadfast. The stakes were high, and she was all too aware of the potential consequences of failing to meet his expectations.

"I-I can, my King," she said, her voice trembling with passion, "but not forever..." With great effort, she began to stand on legs that quivered and felt as though they hadn't been used in an eternity. Sitting down on the plush, velveteen bed, a faint sound of moisture escaping her body echoed in the quiet chamber. She parted her legs, revealing the glistening pink folds of her sex. She gently massaged herself, her eyes never leaving Winter's gaze. "Mmm, your essence is quite revitalizing, Winter. It's salty, yet it glides down my throat so smoothly," she murmured, a content smile playing on her lips as a small trickle of semen slid onto her hand. She raised it to her face, savoring the warmth and scent before bringing it to her mouth. Her eyes closed in bliss as she swallowed it, her throat constricting around the thick, creamy fluid. "So delightful," she purred, moving closer to him, the aroma of sex and arousal thick in the air. She wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, her soft, warm flesh pressing against his cold, hardened body, seeking comfort and reassurance.

Winter furrowed her brow, acknowledging the gravity of the situation. Despite her initial hesitation, she swiftly complied, taking his semen back into her body. He remained steadfast, his expression unwavering. "Understand," he began with a firm tone, "if you are to become my high queen, you must be ready to accept the seed of many others alongside mine." He stated still holding up the ruse that she was going to be his high queen. His demeanor shifted from one of camaraderie to one of solemnity and resolve. "Lynx faced a similar challenge, but I was more demanding with her. Consider this your final test of worthiness." His eyes narrowed, emphasizing his seriousness.

"Oh, my apologies, my King," she uttered, gracefully lowering herself to her knees and bowing slightly. "I wish to become your High Queen of Pantala, King Winter. I have several suggestions for how we might adapt my hive to align with your... particular tastes on Pyrrhia." She paused, ensuring that she remained composed as she continued speaking. "As we converse, I can assure you that no seed escapes from my pussy or asshole; I am utterly devoted to pleasing you." She spoke with such conviction that Winter felt compelled to delve into her thoughts. To his satisfaction, he discovered not even a flicker of rebellion; she genuinely yearned for this role. "I wish to create more lewd exhibitions and sculptures," she explained, her voice a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Perhaps we could encourage the male and female Silkwings of the hive to don various attire that accentuates their features, much like living dolls or playthings? I am still brainstorming, for this is quite unexpected. However, with your consent, I can begin to flesh out these concepts."

Winter spoke firmly, "I will allow you to run your kingdom as you see fit. However, you will not be my high queen. I have deemed you unworthy. That role shall go to Wasp if she completes her task. Only if she fails will you become my high queen." He watched her with a knowing smile, recognizing the complete devotion she had to their empire, which had now spread its influence throughout Pantalia. It wouldn't be long before Pantalia fully succumbed to his rule.

Jewel considered his words thoughtfully, her eyes sparkling with an idea. "Well," she mused, "since there's no one else quite as fit to lead except for Wasp, and considering her current state, perhaps it's best if I remain as Queen after all" She sighed. She didn't like that Wasp was going to control the content again but she had to obey her king.

With a coy smile, she continued, "For now, my dear King, my desires lie in continuing to rule my tribe as their queen. I wish to maintain our friendship and enjoy the company of Luna and Sequoia as we navigate the future together. It's more appealing to me than focusing solely on the overwhelming task of controlling the entire continent. I'd much rather share in the joy and camaraderie that comes with our alliances."

"Yes, you will," said Winter, crossing his arms and eyeing the Hivewing queen contemplatively, "but after you've discussed the best course of action going forward, you must run it by Wasp first." He paused, his gaze intense. "Then, Wasp must run it by me if she is not sure."

Winter's tone grew more serious as he continued, "Are you sure you can handle the responsibility?" He knew the weight of such a task, and the consequences of failure.

With an ominous expression, he added, "And don't worry about Wasp. That will be my job. If she steps out of line, I will take care of her." His belief in dragons getting what they deserved was unshakable. If Wasp chose to defy him, she would face severe repercussions. He would ensure that when she said no, it meant absolutely nothing.

"Yes, my King," Jewel said with a nod, acknowledging Winter's inquiries about her plans. "I am quite certain of my capabilities, especially with your guidance to manage my tribe. Thus far, I've managed well independently." She spoke with confidence, her voice a gentle purr. "You've quite effectively satisfied Luna and Sequoia," she continued, a hint of amusement in her tone, "so I suspect they'll be too preoccupied with sexual euphoria to consider rebelling against your reign."

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned in closer, nuzzling his thigh. "And as for Wasp," she giggled, "I believe she'd be better off with you keeping an eye on her, knowing she could become nothing more than a whore across the entire continent." She glanced up at him, her expression earnest. "You have my complete trust, Winter. I'll never betray you, and I pledge my loyalty to you eternally." With that, she bowed her head once more.

Winter grinned, and with that, he knew the fate of Pantalia was sealed. It would now follow the same path as Phyrria. He approached her, gently patting her on the head. "Remember, in a few days, I want all the queens here," he instructed firmly. "Along with as much of Pantalia as we can manage. That way, those outside my influence will be utterly destroyed and corrupted." He didn't wait for a response before turning and exiting the room.