Garnet awoke the next morning, and eventually found herself lounging in the Dragon Lord's private hot spring, keen on soothing the tension out of her aching muscles. She didn't ask permission to be there, but she technically earned the right, at least for now, and part of her intended to milk the benefits of her subservient duties for all that they were worth.
True, Dragon Lord Ember wasn't at all like her father. She wasn't as big as him, or as strong as him, or as ruthlessly efficient as him, but she had a resourceful head on her shoulders. She used her bloodstone scepter for the tool that it was, as she aimed to lead by example. Never again would there be a tyrannical bully sitting on that throne. Of course, that didn't mean she couldn't indulge a little in secret, within reason, that is. Garnet grinned as she thought back to the day she was first "hired". She wasn't particularly active during the mating season, and Ember was quick to take an interest in her peculiar sexual preference. The scepter was a very insightful tool after all.
The red dragoness chuckled as she sank deeper into the spring, letting the events of the previous night wash over her memory. The way the steaming waters slipped through her scales reminded her of what a complete, tender softy Ember could be. In particular, she was a sucker for cuddling, but it didn't stop there. The sex was absolutely mind blowing, and it kept Garnet motivated when it came to pleasing her mistress. There would be no such thing as a poor performance from her. It kept Ember on her toes and her mind clear, two very important factors for the fledgling ruler of an up-and-coming dragon society.
The dragoness continued to reminisce, until she felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She jumped, nearly catapulting herself to the other end of the spring, and whirled around. She looked up and, to her relief, realized that it was only Ember, with her scepter in hand.
"Sorry," Ember chuckled. "I didn't mean to scare you. I was wondering where you had gone."
Garnet softly chuckled in turn, waving the fault away with a dismissive gesture. She shrugged, then waded to the other side of the spring. "Come to join me?"
Ember nodded, leaning her scepter against the wall. She shuddered as she dipped her first foot into the balmy pool. It was exceedingly hot, even for a dragon, but there was nothing else like it for miles around. She continued to take baby steps, sinking into the mineral-rich murk little by little, until she was up to her neck in searing liquid bliss. Her eyes fluttered shut as she stretched out her arms and legs, quietly moaning as the waters sank deep into her scaly body's every crevice. Garnet curled her toes as Ember's cute voice traveled into her ears, unraveling even more delicious memories of Her Majesty's many past booty calls.
Ember's eyes stared at Garnet, and Garnet stared right back, both of their lips curling into cheeky, but friendly smiles. The blush on Garnet's face was almost as red as the rest of her body as she was slowly eaten alive as Ember's morning eye candy, and the dragoness couldn't help but indulge her. She was quite the looker, with curvy hips connected to a muscular set of legs. Her body had a delightfully pronounced chest, with a somewhat pudgy, but admittedly cute gut, thanks, in part, to days spent binging on gemstones and not enough time spent soaring through the skies. Her horns were small, but adorable, curling towards their pointed tips until they jutted down and out from the sides of her neck. To others, it was a wonder why she wasn't a regular at the mating grounds, but they would never know the joy of what it felt like to be Ember's personal retainer.
Suddenly, Ember chuckled. "I didn't think you'd be so eager already, Garnet."
Garnet felt a length of tail brush over her crossed legs, where a hand had been not-so-discreetly buried in between her thighs for the past few minutes. The water from the spring wasn't the only hot stuff around here. She rolled her eyes and made a show of spreading her legs, leaning her head back as the blue dragoness got an eyeful of her puffy and inviting nethers mere inches below the water. Ember bared her teeth in a pearly grin, and then spread her own legs, sitting up to give her companion a better view of the same, perfect pussy she had come to know and love many dozens of times before.
Garnet shook her head, her grin growing wider. She pushed off from her seat in the spring and floated over to Ember's side, wrapping an arm around her neck. It seemed her duties had called. "Let me get that for you, mistress."
She leaned in, shoulder to shoulder, and rested a hand atop Ember's thigh. Her clawed fingers crawled down, rubbing up and along the lithe muscles before coming to rest upon the Dragon Lord's sex. She spread the thin labia apart, teasing the pale innards with her middle finger and reveling in the way Ember shivered in response.
Ember let out a soft, pleased hiss, her tongue flicking through her teeth. She rolled in the water until she was nearly straddling Garnet's waist. Garnet reached out and around Ember's neck, pulling her in until she could snatch her into a kiss. She pressed her lips to Ember's, and wasted no time in probing the inviting entrance with her tongue. Ember closed the distance between their bodies, relaxing into her partner's chest. She then grabbed one of Garnet's forearms and maneuvered it back into place.
Garnet was quick to draw upon the Lord's forwardness and continued buttering her up. She tilted her mouth to one side, sparing the room to invite her mistress to explore her accommodating maw. Ember obliged and slithered her tongue inside, lapping it against the roof of her mouth and otherwise coaxing her servant into a friendly tongue duel. As they battled it out, Garnet's hand was back on task. She pinched and twisted her Lord's clit, and circled long lines with one finger around the cusp of her awaiting passage. It was only after many minutes of listening to her mistress whimper with need was she compelled to end her anguish, dipping her pinkie finger, and only her pinkie finger, past Ember's swollen pussy lips.
Ember wasn't too happy about it.
She wanted more.
Ember broke the kiss, another predatory hiss slipping through her clenched teeth. Garnet took a moment to breath, sliding the hand she had behind Ember's neck down her back, where she found a wing joint and began rubbing firmly into it. Ember instantly seemed to calm down, allowing her wings to unfold of their own leisure. Garnet used the same hand to hold her in position as she ducked her head in to nibble on her neck, grazing her teeth over the soft, scaleless skin. She let a little growl of her own rumble in her throat as she trailed her rough tongue up along the bottom curves of Ember's muzzle.
"More..." Ember murmured, mirroring her thoughts before grasping one of Garnet's horns. "Now."
Garnet nodded, inserting a second finger into Ember's pussy, followed by a third. She twisted them, and mashed them in as deep as they could go, yet this only marginally satisfied her mistress. Enough was never enough. Garnet curled her fingers and lightly tugged them upward in rhythm. She then pressed the end of her thumb as hard as she could against the clit. Ember grunted, clutching her horn harder. Garnet then spun her thumb in circles, toying with her love button. Ember's tail responded for her this time, lashing out of the pool and slamming back in, spraying water everywhere. Her skin glistened as droplets trickled down her shivering form.
"What are you in the mood for this morning, your majesty?" Garnet asked, sliding her other hand down her mistress's smooth curves until her fingers curled around the base of her tail.
"Something quick," Ember spoke with a relieved sigh, stroking a hand through her soft head of spikes. "I need to meet with my newest diplomats soon. Most ponies aren't too keen with seeing dragons flying over their cities and they need to know what not to do, otherwise I'll be getting a bunch of chain mail from their princesses. The last thing I need is one of the dragons losing their temper."
Until Ember took up the mantle after Torch, the only politics dragons have been involved with were internal; that is: pushing, shoving, and trial by combat, but most of the females tended to keep to themselves, and for very good reasons. Garnet could only imagine what dealing with it must have felt like.
"That sounds awful..." Garnet murmured, a frown dimpling her cheeks.
Ember let out a soft chuckle. "It's what I signed up for." She shrugged.
"I don't think anyone ever signs up to be the leader when all it turns out to be is one big headache."
"I'm pretty good at keeping my cool." Ember smirked down at her consort. "And even better after I've had you to look forward to every night."
A more fervent, cherry red blush spread through Garnet's cheeks. Her head looked away, hiding her bashful grin, until Ember's hand latched onto her chin, turning it around again.
"Well?" Ember cooed. "Don't keep me waiting."
Thinking for a moment, Garnet's fingers slid out from within Ember's tight snatch, earning her another satisfied groan. She patted a hand on the edge of the spring, and Ember took the hint in no time. She slid out of Garnet's lap and heaved herself out of the water, laying the upper half of her body on the cool stone while leaving her legs only partially submerged.
Licking her lips, Garnet turned and slid along the shelf of the hot spring. She lifted Ember's tail by hand, revealing the dragon's supple privates in full. She ducked down and let the tail drape over her head, then moved in with her hands and spread the delicate labia apart, her other fingers groping her Lord's supple ass. She tickled the barest inch of the exposed innards with her forked tongue, flicking the clit unpredictably, just enough to keep Ember visibly yearning for more. Ember trembled as a stray finger found her tailhole, nibbling on her lower lip as her consort pressed against it. She held her breath, anticipating the moment when--
"Ack!" Ember yelped, clenching her fists together as that long digit pierced her puckered anus, and sank to only a half-inch deep. Even for something so small, she felt as if she couldn't take much more, but then Garnet stepped in, removing her finger, dipping it in her mouth, soaking it in her saliva, and popping it right back in again, all the way up to the knuckle. Ember's tail whipped the air before latching onto Garnet's midsection, wrapping around it and giving it a hard squeeze.
Garnet giggled, leaning in as she spread Ember's nether lips further apart, then dove in with all the finesse of a serpent to snatch her clit with her lips, suckling as hard as she could.
Ember yelped again, blowing a seething hiss between her tightly clenched teeth. She arched her back and squeezed her consort harder as she felt teeth graze her hard little nub.
The heat within her mistress's body grew more intense by the second. Garnet watched how Ember flexed and contorted, sensing the rivulets of pleasure roll down her body. She savored the reality that this was what she now did for a living. Ember's body did fascinating things to her mind, coloring her senses like a bedtime fairy tale, and sending her lustful imagination spiraling out of control. What more could she do to the one dragoness whom she had very nearly reduced to a quivering, slobbering puddle. It was getting harder to think as her heavenly moans reverberated throughout the room.
The time was now, and the consort longed for another taste. Her red lips then enclosed around Ember's labia before her tongue was forced inside. Lengthy and pliant, it stretched to its farthest within moments, sliding effortlessly through the soaked walls of the molten volcano that was the Dragon Lord's pussy. The ribbed muscles within clinched tightly, but her body's efforts to keep the tongue from advancing were in vain. She parted her puffy labia with ease, swirling her tongue over the drenched, velvety flesh of her blue flower.
She closed her eyes as more and more juices continue to flow into her mouth and down the sides of her damp face, dribbling down her cheeks in thin, clear streams as she tickled and teased in all the right places. Garnet chuckled internally. She'd have her mistress cusping an orgasm in no time.
Garnet groaned as her mistress's juices flowed generously into her mouth. With her mouth in place, she moved one hand down the channel between her own legs, grinding her fingers and most of her palm into her eager privates. She explored her anatomy, prospecting her every soft spot. She rubbed her folds, gently pinching the delicate petals of flesh between her thumb and pinkie. Then she focused her attention on her pleasure center just above, tugging it with her dexterous appendages while her tail stretched below her, presenting its smooth, featureless self, before squirming its tip into her vacant, needy opening. A husky growl rumbled deep in her throat as she pleased herself, sending joyful vibrations into her partner's drooling tunnel.
Ember nearly choked as she moaned loudly, shaking. With a soft hum, Garnet backed away, catching her breath as her mistress rolled onto her back, then sat up, spreading her legs far apart. Ember smirked, looking down onto her partner's face, her eyes half-lidded. She was panting hard, the color draining from her face. She slid one of her own hands onto her soaking nethers, spreading her lips apart. Their eyes met, and Garnet grew a little worried. Ember had to be close, but she was only just getting started. Still, she had no choice. The desires of her mistress came first.
Despite this, Garnet kept pumping the length of tail inside her, hoping to work up a buzz as quickly as possible. She deliberately moved in slowly, teasing Ember by swaying her body and sliding her hands along her inner thigh, but Ember was having none of it. She bared her teeth in a twisted smile and slipped her middle and ring finger inside, pumping her hand and wrist at a breakneck speed, desperate for release. Garnet could only sit there, and wait for the end to arrive.
Ember's core split wide open. The blue dragoness groaned she squirted onto her thighs, and all over Garnet's face. She convulsed while every muscle in her legs and waist flexed and spasmed uncontrollably, her juices spraying everywhere, until her climax left as quickly as it came. She let out a deep moan before falling onto her back, her hand lazily slipping out her stretched vice. Her chest heaved as she came down from her monolithic pleasure high.
No matter how hard she tried, Garnet simply couldn't finish. She slumped down, huffing apathetically, and let her tail slide out as well. For a moment, she glared at Ember, more envious than angry, but it couldn't be helped. Her job was done, but it would be a while before she could edge herself that closely again, especially without Ember around.
But, as she sat quietly, silently venting her frustration, she felt two legs wrap around her neck. She looked up, and found that Ember had mostly recovered.
"I'm sorry..." Ember murmured with a warm, understanding smile. The Lord sat up, shaking a little as her well-used nethers gently brushed the stone floor. "I should have been paying attention. I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."
Those few words made Garnet feel a bit better. Ember wasn't actually obligated to make it up to her, but she was no ordinary Dragon Lord. Not by a long shot.
"I have to leave now," Ember paused, shakily rising to her feet and retrieving her scepter. Before she turned, she paused, then glanced between the crystal at its head, then back at Garnet. "But, while I'm away...is there any particular dragoness you've had your eye on?"
